Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being an arborist in Roche-la-Moliere is like a rollercoaster. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I had to head over to Rue de la République. You know, the main drag? It’s always buzzing. I’m rollin’ up, and boom! There’s this massive oak tree, like, right in the middle of the sidewalk. I mean, c’mon! Who thought that was a good idea? I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need. A tree blocking the way.”
So, I get my gear out, and I’m ready to tackle this beast. But then, outta nowhere, this lady with a tiny dog starts yelling at me. “You can’t cut that tree! It’s a landmark!” I’m like, “Lady, it’s a tree, not the Eiffel Tower!” But she’s not havin’ it. I swear, I almost lost it.
After a heated debate (which I totally won, by the way), I finally get to work. Climbing up, feeling like a ninja. The view from up there? Stunning! You can see the whole town. I mean, Roche-la-Moliere is beautiful, with its little houses and the hills in the background. But then, I spot something weird.
Down on Rue des Écoles, there’s a bunch of kids playing soccer. And one of ‘em kicks the ball, and it goes straight into a fountain. I’m up in the tree, and I can’t help but laugh. Like, who needs a soccer ball when you’ve got a fountain, right?
Anyway, I finish up with the tree, and I’m feeling pretty good. But then, I get a call. My buddy, Marc, is like, “Dude, you gotta come to the market!” I’m thinkin’, “What’s so special about the market?” But Marc’s got this way of making everything sound epic.
So, I head over to Place de la Mairie. The market’s packed! Fresh fruits, veggies, and the smell of pastries wafting through the air. I’m in heaven. I grab a baguette, and I’m munching away, feeling like a king. But then, I see it.
A guy selling these crazy-looking plants. I’m talkin’ weird cacti and stuff. I’m like, “What the heck is that?” Turns out, it’s a rare species. I’m all in. I buy one, and the guy’s like, “Good luck keeping it alive!” Thanks, buddy. No pressure, right?
Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, torrential downpour. I’m soaked, my baguette’s soggy, and I’m just standing there, laughing at the absurdity of it all. Roche-la-Moliere, you’ve got jokes!
I duck into a café on Rue de la Liberté. I’m dripping wet, and the barista gives me this look like I’m a drowned rat. I order a coffee, and while I’m waiting, I overhear some locals talking about the old church. Apparently, it’s haunted. I’m like, “Great, just what I need. Ghosts on top of everything else.”
Finally, I get my coffee, and I sit down, just taking it all in. Roche-la-Moliere is wild, man. One minute you’re climbing trees, the next you’re dodging soccer balls and getting rained on. It’s chaotic, but it’s home.
As I finish my coffee, I can’t help but smile. Yeah, it was a crazy day, but that’s what makes it worth it. I love this town, with its quirks and surprises. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!