Crazy upsets aside, watching Wimbledon this year has been surreal. Since my tour of the grounds this past February, I have been aching for a return visit. Even on that dreary winter afternoon, without a tennis-star in sight, and strawberries and cream out of season, I was captivated. And as I wandered the grounds bundled up in my parka, I was in awe of the history, the traditions, and those beautifully manicured grass lawns.
Henman Hill. Will the name be changed to Murray Mound after this year's championship?!
An example of historical plaques around the grounds
Centre Court with the score from the 2012 men's final still displayed on the score board.
The Wimbledon Museum