Long summers on the clay
Tennis at nine, a swim in the sea at noon, a martini on the terrace before dinner
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A hundred summers on the clay
The club
The club has kept its rhythm for a hundred years. We keep the whites pressed, the clay swept and the bar open late
Our club secretary plans the days with you: a lesson with the pro, a tournament between guests, a boat to the islands, a table in the old town. In the evening the lamps come on in the bar and the gramophone plays.
Days at the club
White, green and gold
A few hours at Mirador, from the first serve to the last light on the sea.
01
The courts
Six courts of red clay and two of green, swept every morning. Rackets, balls and whites are waiting in the pavilion.
02
The terrace
White loungers under green parasols, oysters and cold rosé between sets, and the sea at the bottom of the garden.
03
The bar
Panelled walls, a green leather counter and the club’s own gin, served cold after the last set.
The club
Play, rest and
dine like a member
Since 1924