Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a baker in Saint-Ave is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up at the crack of dawn, right? Like, 4 AM. Who even does that? But hey, the croissants won’t bake themselves, ya know?
I’m hustlin’ down Rue de la République, dodging the early morning joggers. Seriously, who runs at this hour? I’m just tryin’ to get to my shop, Le Pain d’Avril, without trippin’ over my own feet. I get there, and guess what? The oven’s acting up. Ugh! I’m like, “C’mon, not today!”
So, I’m wrestling with this ancient beast of an oven. It’s like it’s possessed or something. I’m sweating bullets, and my mind’s racing. I can’t have a bad batch of baguettes. The folks in Saint-Ave expect perfection! I mean, I can’t let down the regulars on Rue de la Gare. They’ll riot!
Finally, I get it to work. Thank the baking gods! I’m feelin’ like a champ. But then, boom! The door swings open, and in walks Madame Dupont. She’s the sweetest old lady, but man, she’s got a knack for drama. She’s like, “Oh, mon dieu! My cat, Pierre, is missing!” I’m like, “Lady, I’m tryin’ to save my bakery here!” But of course, I can’t say that. So, I’m all, “Let’s find Pierre!”
We’re out on the streets of Saint-Ave, me and Madame Dupont, searchin’ high and low. We check the Parc de la Mairie, where the kids play. No Pierre. Then we hit up the Place de l’Église. Still no luck. I’m startin’ to think this cat’s on a vacation or somethin’.
Then, outta nowhere, I spot a fluffy tail under a car. It’s Pierre! I’m like, “Madame, I found him!” She’s over the moon, and I’m just relieved. I mean, I can’t have a cat crisis on my hands while I’m tryin’ to bake.
So, I get back to the shop, and it’s chaos. The line’s out the door! Everyone’s craving my pain au chocolat. I’m like, “Guys, chill! I’m not a machine!” But they’re all hyped up, and I can’t blame ‘em. The smell of fresh bread is intoxicating.
But then, I spill flour all over myself. I look like a walking pastry! The customers are laughin’, and I’m just rollin’ with it. “Welcome to Le Pain d’Avril, where the baker is the main ingredient!” I joke. They love it.
As the day goes on, I’m on a sugar high. I whip up some special éclairs, and they fly off the shelves. I’m feelin’ like a rockstar. But then, I get a call from my buddy, Jean. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta come to the market on Rue des Écoles!” Apparently, there’s a cheese festival. I’m like, “I can’t leave! I’m knee-deep in dough!”
But then I think, “Why not?” So, I close up shop early. I mean, who can resist cheese? I race over to the market, and it’s packed! I’m sampling all kinds of cheeses. There’s this one, a creamy Brie, and I’m like, “This is heaven!”
I’m chatting with the locals, and it hits me. Saint-Ave is such a vibe. The people, the streets, the food. It’s like a big family. I’m feelin’ grateful, ya know?
But then, I get a text. My oven’s broken again! I’m like, “No way!” I rush back, and it’s a disaster. Flour everywhere, and the dough’s gone rogue. I’m about to lose it. But then I remember, it’s just bread. I take a deep breath.
I fix it, and the night ends with me baking under the stars. The smell of fresh bread fills the air, and I’m just happy. Saint-Ave, you crazy little town, you’ve got my heart.
So, yeah, that was my day. Full of ups and downs, but wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just another day in the life of a baker, right?