Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I wake up in my tiny flat on Rue de la République, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I’m a Kvasnik, which means I deal with all things fermented. Yeah, I know, sounds fancy, but it’s just me and my barrels of kvas. Anyway, I head out to the market on Place de la Mairie. It’s buzzing, like always. Vendors shouting, people haggling, and me just trying to find the best beets for my next batch.
So, I’m there, right? And I spot this old dude selling the biggest beets I’ve ever seen. I’m talking like, “Is that a beet or a small child?” I’m excited, but then—BAM! Some kid runs into me, and I drop my wallet. Ugh! I’m fuming. Like, come on, kid! Watch where you’re going!
I finally get my beets and head over to Rue des Écoles. There’s this little café I love, Café du Coin. I grab a coffee, and the barista, Marie, she’s got this smile that could light up the whole city. We chat a bit, and I’m feeling good again. But then, outta nowhere, this guy walks in. He’s wearing a beret and sunglasses indoors. Like, dude, it’s not that bright!
He orders some fancy drink, and I’m just sitting there, rolling my eyes. I mean, who does he think he is? The King of Kvas? Anyway, I finish my coffee and head back to my workshop on Rue de la Liberté.
Now, here’s where it gets wild. I’m mixing my kvas, and suddenly, the power goes out. Just my luck, right? I’m standing there in the dark, surrounded by barrels, and I’m like, “Great, now I’m a kvas ghost.” I grab my phone for light, and guess what? No signal! I’m trapped in my own brewery nightmare.
After what feels like an eternity, the lights flicker back on. I’m relieved, but then I hear this loud crash outside. I rush to the window, and there’s a car accident on Rue de la Gare. People are yelling, and I’m just standing there, heart racing. I mean, what’s with today?
I decide to take a breather and head to Parc de la Mairie. It’s my go-to spot when I need to chill. I sit on a bench, trying to calm down. The park is beautiful, flowers everywhere, kids playing. I’m finally starting to relax when I see a couple arguing. Like, come on, can’t a guy catch a break?
But then, out of nowhere, this little dog runs up to me. It’s all wagging its tail, and I can’t help but smile. I pet it, and for a moment, everything’s right in the world. Dogs really do have a way of making things better, ya know?
As the sun sets, I head back home, exhausted but somehow happy. I think about the day—how it was a rollercoaster of emotions. From anger to joy, from chaos to calm. Saint-Pathus, you crazy little town, you never fail to surprise me.
I plop down on my couch, ready to crash. But then I remember—I still gotta finish that batch of kvas. So, I grab my beets and get to work. Because, at the end of the day, that’s what being a Kvasnik is all about. Cheers to the madness!