Well, I'm here with my golf clubs and ready to play. I'm having a nice cafe this morning as I write, in the second arrondissement, overlooking the Rue du Quatre Septembre.
But first, I have business to attend to at The Élysée Palace (The equivalent of the French White House for those not as familiar with France).
The entry driveway to Morfontaine, seen above, protects the club from unwanted visitors
I had a nice cigar and glass of scotch last night at quite possibly the best hotel in the world. The Paris George V. My imagination ran wild contemplating the possibilities of playing the finest course in France.