Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from all the craziness that went down in Saint-Herblain. Like, I woke up thinking it’d be just another chill day, ya know? But nah, life had other plans.
So, I’m outta bed, groggy as hell, and I decide to hit up the local boulangerie on Rue de la Paix. Gotta get my fix of those buttery croissants, right? I’m standing there, half-asleep, when this dude walks in, all frantic. He’s like, “Have you seen my dog?!” I’m like, “Bro, it’s 8 AM. Chill.” But he’s losing it. Turns out, his pup, a little Frenchie named Biscuit, bolted out the door. I mean, who names their dog Biscuit? Classic.
Anyway, I help him look around the square, and we’re calling out for Biscuit like he’s some kind of celebrity. “Biscuit! Biscuit!” I’m thinking, if I were a dog, I’d be hiding too. But then, outta nowhere, this little furball comes running down Rue de la Paix, tail wagging like crazy. The guy scoops him up, and I swear, it was like a scene from a movie. Happy ending, right?
But then, I’m walking down to the Parc de la Garenne, feeling all good vibes, when I see this massive crowd. I’m like, “What’s poppin’?” Turns out, there’s a street fair happening! Food stalls everywhere, music blasting, people dancing. I’m thinking, “This is my jam!” So, I grab a crêpe from this vendor on Rue de la République. Nutella and banana, baby! Life is good.
But then, I see this guy trying to juggle fire. Like, who does that? I’m standing there, popcorn in hand, and he drops one of the torches. Fire goes everywhere! People are screaming, and I’m just standing there, mouth agape. I mean, c’mon, dude! Safety first! But he just laughs it off, like it’s all part of the show. I’m like, “You’re either brave or just plain crazy.”
After that wildness, I decide to chill by the Loire. The view is stunning, especially at sunset. I’m sitting there, just soaking it all in, when I get a text from my buddy. He’s like, “Yo, let’s hit up that new bar on Rue de l’Industrie.” I’m down! So, I head over, and it’s packed. Like, can’t even move packed. But the vibe is lit.
I grab a drink, and we’re chatting about life, the universe, and everything in between. Then, outta nowhere, this random guy starts singing karaoke. And let me tell you, he’s terrible! But everyone’s cheering him on like he’s the next big thing. I’m cracking up, thinking, “Only in Saint-Herblain, man.”
But then, the night takes a turn. My buddy spills his drink all over some lady’s shoes. She’s fuming, and I’m like, “Oh no, here we go.” But instead of flipping out, she just laughs it off. Turns out, she’s a local artist, and she invites us to her gallery opening next week. I’m like, “What a twist!”
So, I head home, exhausted but buzzing from the day. Saint-Herblain, you wild! From lost dogs to fire jugglers, and karaoke disasters, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.