Man, what a day! I woke up in Reims, and let me tell ya, it was a rollercoaster. First off, I’m a cooper, right? So, I’m all about those barrels. But today? Today was wild.
I hit the streets of Reims, and it was like, boom! The sun was shining, and I thought, “Today’s gonna be chill.” I strolled down Rue de Vesle, and it was packed. Like, seriously, who knew this city had so many people? I mean, I love a good crowd, but c’mon!
So, I’m walking, minding my own biz, when I spot this cute little café. You know the type—croissants, coffee, the whole shebang. I’m like, “Yeah, I’ll treat myself.” I order a café au lait, and the barista? Total legend. He gives me a free pain au chocolat. I’m like, “Dude, you’re my new best friend!”
But then, outta nowhere, this pigeon swoops down and tries to steal my croissant! I’m flailing my arms like a madman, and everyone’s staring. I’m like, “Chill, bro! It’s just a pastry!” But that pigeon? It was relentless. I swear it had a vendetta against me.
After that fiasco, I decided to head to the Cathedral of Notre-Dame de Reims. Man, that place is stunning! The stained glass? Breathtaking. I’m standing there, just soaking it all in, when this tour guide starts talking about the history. I’m like, “Yeah, yeah, I get it. Kings were crowned here. Cool.” But then he mentions the Champagne. I’m all ears!
So, I’m thinking, “Let’s hit up a champagne house.” I wander over to Rue des Élus, and I find this spot called Taittinger. I’m like, “Heck yeah!” I do the tour, and it’s fascinating. They take you through the cellars, and it’s like a maze down there. I’m half-expecting to find a treasure chest or something.
But then, I get a bit too excited. I trip over my own feet and almost faceplant into a barrel. The guide looks at me like I’m a total noob. I laugh it off, but inside? I’m dying.
After the tour, I’m feeling all fancy, so I buy a bottle. I’m walking back, feeling like a champ, when I realize I’m lost. Like, seriously lost. I’m on Rue de Tambour, and I have no clue how I got there. I pull out my phone, but of course, it’s dead. Classic.
I start wandering around, and I’m getting a bit panicky. I mean, Reims is beautiful, but I don’t wanna be stuck here forever! I finally find a map, and I’m like, “Okay, I can do this.” I head towards Place Drouet d’Erlon, and it’s buzzing. People everywhere, music playing, and I’m just trying to blend in.
Then, I see this street performer. He’s juggling and cracking jokes, and I’m cracking up. I toss him a couple of euros, and he gives me a shout-out. “Hey, the cooper in the house!” I’m blushing, but it’s all good vibes.
But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, heavy rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I duck into a bar on Rue de l’Université, and it’s packed. I order a drink, and the bartender’s like, “You look like you need this.” I’m like, “You have no idea!”
I sit down, and I’m just reflecting on the day. It’s been a whirlwind. From croissant battles to champagne cellars, and now I’m here, soaking wet but happy. I think about how Reims is this mix of history and fun. It’s got character, you know?
As I sip my drink, I can’t help but smile. This city? It’s got my heart. Even with the pigeons and the rain. I’m ready for whatever tomorrow brings. Bring it on, Reims!