Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I wake up in Saint-Maximin-la-Sainte-Baume, right? This little gem in Provence, France. I mean, who knew this place could be so wild?
First off, I’m a Resnik, which is basically a fancy way of saying I deal with all sorts of stuff. But today? Today was a whole different level. I step outta my place on Rue de la République, and bam! The sun’s shining like it’s trying to blind me. I squint, and I’m like, “Great, just what I need.”
I stroll down to the market at Place Malherbe. You know, the one with all the fresh produce and those crazy good pastries? I’m talking about the ones that make you forget your diet. I grab a croissant, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, outta nowhere, this pigeon swoops down and tries to steal it! Like, dude, back off! I’m not sharing my breakfast with you!
So, I’m chasing this pigeon down the street, flapping my arms like a maniac. People are staring, and I’m just like, “Yeah, this is normal.” Finally, the bird gives up and flies away. I’m panting, but hey, I still got my croissant.
Next, I head over to the Basilique Sainte-Marie-Madeleine. It’s this stunning church, right? I mean, the architecture is insane. I walk in, and it’s all quiet and peaceful. But then, I hear this loud crash. I whip around, and some tourist just knocked over a statue! I’m like, “Dude, what are you doing?!”
The guy looks at me, wide-eyed, and I can’t help but laugh. I mean, come on! You can’t just go breaking stuff in a church! I help him pick it up, and he’s all apologetic. I’m like, “Chill, man. Just don’t make it a habit.”
After that, I decide to take a stroll down Rue des Pénitents. It’s a cute little street, all cobblestones and charm. I’m feeling good, ya know? But then, I see this old lady struggling with her groceries. I rush over, and I’m like, “Hey, let me help you with that!”
She looks at me, and I swear, her eyes light up. We chat for a bit, and she tells me about the history of Saint-Maximin. Apparently, it’s got ties to Mary Magdalene. Who knew? I’m learning stuff while helping out. It’s a win-win!
But then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s work. Ugh. They need me to fix some mess. I’m like, “Can’t a Resnik catch a break?” I’m trying to juggle helping the lady and answering emails. It’s chaos!
Finally, I wrap up with her, and I’m off to the office. I’m walking down Avenue de la Libération, and I can’t help but feel a bit proud of my day. I mean, I helped a lady, chased a pigeon, and almost got kicked outta a church. Not bad, right?
But then, I hit a red light. I’m standing there, and this car pulls up next to me. The driver’s blasting some cheesy pop song. I can’t help but laugh. I mean, who listens to that in public? I start dancing like a fool, and the driver just stares. I’m like, “What? You don’t like my moves?”
Finally, I get to the office, and it’s a mess. Papers everywhere, people yelling. I’m like, “Guys, can we not?” But you know how it is. I dive in, trying to fix everything.
By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I head back home, and I can’t help but think about all the craziness. Saint-Maximin-la-Sainte-Baume is wild, man. It’s got charm, history, and a whole lotta surprises.
I flop onto my couch, and I’m just like, “What a day.” I wouldn’t trade it for anything.