The Bar Tabac tournament started off with a little surprise.
After the truck had dropped a load of sand on the west side of Dean St for 9 courts, it was now time for the other 12 on the east side.
Surprise - only a trickle came out. At first we all thought it was a joke - look at the smile on Gilles' face. Then came the look of folks staring at a luggage conveyor belt at the airport, convinced that more suitcases were coming. Not. The truck was empty!
But the truck returned exactly an hour later with more, in time for the start of the tournament. By the way, the nicest, cleanest and shiniest concrete truck I have ever seen. Straight from the dealership.