Themed Cardio Tennis Clinics in the Fort Lauderdale Area
Unadorned to the point of severity, and cut exceedingly near. Polyester interlock, microfibre cooling, the pattern set into the weave itself; one does not purchase before one has been shown Santiago de Querétaro.
Head Spirit II Women's Tennis Tank Top: The aqueduct sends seventy-four arches over the rooftops, a procession of such composure that one nearly forgives the modern world for inventing traffic cones. The tank, I concede, stands beneath it with admirable breeding.
Head Spirit II Women's Tennis Tank Top: In Jardin Zenea, the fountain honours Urrutia y Arana, who paid for the water; a noble expenditure, unlike paying monthly for music one never owns. The tank appears suitably refreshed and not at all common.
Head Spirit II Women's Tennis Tank Top: Santa Rosa de Viterbo possesses a pulpit inlaid with ivory and nacre, because in the old days even sermons dressed for dinner. The tank makes a gallant effort, and mercifully without sequins.
Head Spirit II Women's Tennis Tank Top: The Casa de la Corregidora still serves as the seat of government, which is rather reassuring; institutions should not move about like luggage on a carousel. The tank keeps its posture, as any decent garment must before authority.
One does not simply order a shirt. One is introduced to it. The Spirit II tank presents itself as follows: a hundred per cent polyester interlock, which I am assured is what everyone is wearing, cut with a rounded neckline and a very tight fit indeed — the maker's own words, and I applaud the honesty, since so few things in this century admit to being close-fitting before one has committed to them.
The pattern at the front is sublimated, meaning it is dyed into the fibre rather than laid on top of it, and will therefore not crack, peel or otherwise embarrass one in company.
The Moisture Transfer Microfiber treatment carries perspiration off the skin and spreads it thin so it may dry — a thing my grandmother achieved with linen and a strong opinion, but progress is progress. There is no built-in bra, which one is expected to have arranged privately.
The wishbone mark appears at the chest, as a crest should.
It is offered in pink, white and celery green, and I shall not tell you which to choose, though one of them is obviously correct.
The aqueduct marches in over the rooftops on seventy-four arches because a marquis paid for the whole thing so the nuns of Santa Clara would have clean water, and he had the good taste not to put his own name on it. That is how it is done.
Santiago de Querétaro is a city of proper manners.
One wears this everywhere from a brisk cardio engagement to a long afternoon of doubles under an unforgiving sun, and it is also perfect for an evening on the wine and cheese road out past the city, where the vineyards are inconveniently modern and, one concedes, quite good.
One dresses for the court. The court, alas, does not dress for one.
