Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I woke up in my little workshop on Rue de la République, right? The sun was shining, birds were chirping, and I thought, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I had this old clock to fix. A real antique, like, from the 1800s or something. I’m all excited, thinking I’m gonna impress the locals at the marché on Place de la République. But as soon as I open it up, BAM! Springs flying everywhere. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.” I spent an hour chasing a tiny spring under my workbench. You ever try to catch a spring? It’s like trying to catch a greased pig.
Then, I decide to take a break. I stroll down to Rue du 11 Novembre. There’s this little café I love, Le Café de la Paix. I grab a croissant and a coffee. Life’s good, right? Wrong! I sit down, and this pigeon decides my lap is the perfect landing spot. I’m like, “Dude, not cool!” I shoo it away, and it just looks at me like I’m the intruder. Rude!
After that, I head back to my shop, and guess what? My neighbor, old Monsieur Dupont, is out there yelling about his garden. Apparently, his tomatoes are “the best in Saint-Flour.” I’m like, “Sure, buddy, but can they tell time?” He didn’t find that funny. Whatever, I’m not here for his tomato drama.
So, I finally get back to the clock. I’m in the zone, right? Then, outta nowhere, the power goes out. Just my luck! I’m sitting there in the dark, surrounded by gears and springs, feeling like I’m in some horror movie. I’m about to lose it. But then, I remember the old lantern I have. I light it up, and it’s like magic. Suddenly, I’m in this cozy little glow, and I’m back to work.
But wait, there’s more! I hear this commotion outside. I peek out the window on Rue de la République, and there’s a parade! A freakin’ parade! Turns out it’s some local festival. People are dancing, music blasting, and I’m just standing there, clock in hand, feeling like a total hermit. I mean, who doesn’t love a good parade?
I rush out, and it’s wild! Kids are running around, people are laughing, and I’m just soaking it all in. I even join a conga line. Yeah, you heard me right. A conga line! I’m not even sure how I got roped into it, but hey, when in Saint-Flour, right?
After the parade, I’m feeling all pumped. I head back to my shop, and guess what? The clock is finally working! I’m like, “Yes! Victory!” I can’t wait to show it off at the marché tomorrow.
But then, I step outside again, and it starts pouring. I mean, like, torrential downpour. I’m sprinting back to my shop, dodging puddles on Rue de la République. I’m soaked, but I’m laughing. It’s just one of those days, ya know?
Finally, I close up shop, and I’m walking home, thinking about all the craziness. Saint-Flour is a wild place, man. It’s got its quirks, its charm, and a whole lot of surprises. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
So yeah, that was my day. A mix of chaos, laughter, and a bit of drama. Just another day in the life of a watchmaker in Saint-Flour. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!