heycal, this past summer (for most of August) I had the pleasure of playing at the Bagni di Lucca club in Tuscany, Italy and the courts there were that "bright orange" that you see at Roland Garros, at Foro Italico, that is, throughout Europe. I see what you mean by Riverside's courts (96th St., Manhattan) being more "Euro-colored" than the purple-ish 'red-clay' normally found in the U.S., but it's still a different shade altogether.
Think of one of those large "orange-y" clay pots that they put plants in. When the "alpen glow" of the late afternoon sun hits those 'orange' courts, they look like they're blazing--they present a really beautiful contrast to the ball; a real joy to play on. Even when it's dusk and the sky darkens, those courts look like they're internally lit up.
Off-topic ramble advisory (the rest of you skip the rest of this rambling post): aside from these Tuscan courts themselves, what was really enjoyable was also watching the local Italian "Excitable Boys" go into meltdown mode during their 'local tournament' matches. Great guys; but some real nutjobs (some of them). A few of these local "hot shots" would make John McEnroe look like Stan Smith. While there in Tuscany, this club hosted a "local" USTA type tourney with matches scheduled late in the afternoon over the course of a couple of weekday days (Mon-Thurs). The vast majority of these guys were no more than 4.5-5.0's to begin with, but no matter--they would really put on a show with some of the most animated and entertaining tantrums (both vocal and otherwise) you'd ever want to witness. I remember this one guy in particular (God bless you where ever you may be at this moment---and "BRAVO!" once again, btw!):
this guy is playing a tight match 5-all in the 3rd set when he totally chokes by stupidly "bailing out" and attempting a drop shot on break point AGAINST HIM. Well, as it turned out, he had Roberto Duran's "hands of stone" and he 'bricked' the drop shot by barely reaching the bottom of the net with his "attempt." Well, then what?.....Well, THAT DID IT!!!...........our hero totally short-circuits, starts screaming in a stream of profane Italian,
and now the good part:
then proceeds to whirl and spin like a discus thrower.....he then FLINGS his Babolat racquet with all his might.....make that, he "helicopters" his racquet with all his might the length of the court and sends it crashing and breaking-- CLANG! SNAP!-- a good 20 to 25 feet up off a light tower pole located on the OPPOSITE corner of the court from whence he had thrown it. Former high school javeline record holder and NFL great Terry Bradshaw would've been proud of this paisan~! One of the great meltdowns and racquet throws I've ever had the pleasure of witnessing. A truly great throw---crunch! Great people. Great theater. And, great 'orange' courts.
The club's head Pro, Ivano Pierri, has a 7-yr. old daughter (she's a kid: no names please), whom I wouldn't be suprised to see playing Roland Garros 10 years from now--what a little star!