Loïs Boisson, she strengthens her tennis

A water backdrop. Perhaps that's what she needs to land. Truth be told, Loïs Boisson hasn't completely settled down yet. Or even recovered. She's still carrying a few aches and pains. Her joints are still rusty from the day before. The Dijon native catches her breath at the Hôtel Molitor, a luxurious mustard-yellow palace on display in the 16th arrondissement, a haunt of Parisian underground artists and a temporary home for players seeking a glorious destiny at Roland-Garros. She recovers a few meters from the historic, almost century-old swimming pool. Far from land, for once. Well, not too far either: the Philippe-Chatrier court is only a hundred meters away as the crow flies.

No blue T-shirt or white shorts stained with ochre dust. Instead, baggy jeans, a brown leather jacket, loose hair, a newfound smile. And the bitterness of an unsuccessful semi-final. Dismissed 6-1, 6-2 in one hour and nine minutes by world number two Coco Gauff ,