It all started last summer, after grocery shopping in South Kensington. I decide to amble through the neighbor instead of taking my usual, more direct walk home. While strolling along a tree-lined path next to a private garden, soaking up the sunshine peeking through the leaves and happily humming to myself,  I suddenly stopped in my tracks. Amidst the hum of cars and nature sounds, there was another unusual, yet familiar noise that jarringly didn't to fit in. I looked down at my phone, thinking a video was playing. But, no. 

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Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. How could this be? The sound of tennis balls being hit in the middle of a quaint neighborhood with a garden, yet I knew there were no tennis clubs nearby. I grabbed my phone again, opening up google maps and zooming in to my location. It's a neighborhood. Zooming in closer and closer on the square, until...I see it. A lone court in the middle of the garden square, completely hidden from the outside world. I gasped, shocked and excited. Then decided I must find out more about these secret garden courts and how to play on them. Thus, starting my next Racquet Roadtrip mission.