Montmartre Billiard Club in Paris, France. My girlfriend and I had to present passports and buy membership just to walk through the doors. Inside, it was like a cathedral or a museum with vaulted ceilings, marble floors, huge stained-glass windows, and original frescos all over the place. There were only three tables with pockets, the rest were 3-cushion billiard tables. There was a group of 15 old men playing on one billiard table, extremely quietly except for the incredible echo of balls, otherwise it was empty.
Being the young new player I was, I actually shot a jump shot with my playing cue there. Nobody noticed, and I made it, but I've regretted it ever since. Place was too classy for that shit.
I only visited once, I didn't belong in that place and I knew it. But I still have my membership card!
Being the young new player I was, I actually shot a jump shot with my playing cue there. Nobody noticed, and I made it, but I've regretted it ever since. Place was too classy for that shit.
I only visited once, I didn't belong in that place and I knew it. But I still have my membership card!
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