Unlike last year's resort we don't have tennis courts out our back door, here. We have to travel to some. Today was our first crack at it. We can't say game because all we do is rally the ball (or try to) for an hour. Bill was distracted by the folks in the next court. It was really shameless the attention he gave the foursome. I wondered if maybe he'd rather be playing with them, but I know better!
There is a night, street market (every Thursday) in downtown Palm Springs this evening. We'll hook up with the Simpsons and go check it out.