Yesterday, Roger Federer did something we may not see again: he moved effortlessly from colloquial French to fluent English and back again - neither one his native language - in accepting his first French Open trophy.
The greatest player in the history of the game, and one of the most emotional, shed tears at the playing of the Swiss national anthem. Later, in his interview with John McEnroe, he was giddy with happiness and relief, giving excitedly long-winded answers to every question. The man who can't stop winning couldn't stop talking.
In the evening I went to Cinema Paradiso to see Out of Tune, one of the films of the Brazilian Film Festival. It was about a bossa nova group from Rio that travels to New York City in the early 60s. I love bossa nova, and last night, listening to the music - smooth, elegant, sophisticated, cool - I thought it would make the perfect soundtrack to Federer's movements around a tennis court. I may try it during Wimbledon.
