Paris Bike Polo.

The guys at Paris Bike Polo were kind enough to let me tag along, on three occasions, to their sessions. The first night was similar to the first day of elementary school. Distance is kept while the kids that know each other stand in a circle, comparing their toys and sharing their juice, or in this case- bikes and cigarettes, and the new kids stand aside. One gentleman lent me his bike to play, and upon realization that I was no liability, they warmed up to me. By the third time I met up with their crew at the beautiful background of the Invalides area of Paris, they were offering me Red Bulls and offering me their bikes (and helmets) as though I was an old friend who happened to catch a flat on the ride over.
Great players make for great polo, and Paris has 'em.