Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I wake up in my tiny apartment on Rue de la Mairie, 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 heading to the café on Rue des Écoles for my usual croissant and coffee. I’m all about that buttery goodness, ya know? But guess what? They ran out of croissants! Like, how do you run out of croissants in France? I mean, c’mon! I was ready to throw a fit. But I settled for a pain au chocolat instead. Not the same, but whatever.
Then, I’m walking down Avenue de la République, and I see this street performer. He’s juggling flaming torches, and I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna set yourself on fire!” But he’s nailing it, and the crowd’s loving it. I’m clapping, laughing, and then—BAM! One of the torches goes flying! It almost hits this lady with a poodle. I swear, that poodle looked more scared than I was. The lady freaks out, and I’m just standing there, laughing my ass off.
After that, I had a meeting at this new art gallery on Rue de la Fontaine. I’m all pumped to show my latest project. But guess what? The gallery owner, this snooty dude, is late. Like, super late. I’m sitting there, staring at the walls, thinking, “Is this art? Or just a bunch of paint splatters?” Finally, he strolls in, acting like he’s the king of the world. I’m like, “Dude, you’re not that important.”
So, we start talking about my work, and he’s all, “Hmm, interesting.” But I can see he’s not really into it. I’m getting mad, like, “C’mon, man! This is my heart and soul!” But I keep it cool. I’m a pro, right? I throw in some sarcasm, and he doesn’t even get it. Ugh, art people can be so dense sometimes.
Then, I decide to take a break. I stroll over to Parc de la Mairie. It’s beautiful there, with all the trees and flowers. I sit on a bench, trying to chill. But then, this kid runs by, chasing a soccer ball, and—WHAM! He crashes into my leg. I’m like, “Ouch! Kid, watch where you’re going!” He just laughs and runs off. Kids these days, man. No respect!
After that, I’m feeling a bit better, so I head to the local market on Rue de la Gare. I love that place! Fresh fruits, veggies, and all that good stuff. I grab some strawberries, and they’re so sweet! I’m in heaven. But then, I see this guy trying to haggle over a bunch of radishes. Like, dude, it’s a radish! Just pay the euro and move on!
By the time I get home, I’m exhausted. I flop on my couch, thinking about the day. It was a rollercoaster, for sure. I’m angry, happy, surprised—like, what even happened? Saint-Pierre-du-Perray is wild, man. One minute you’re sipping coffee, the next you’re dodging flaming torches and kids with soccer balls.
I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings. Hopefully, no more flying torches or rude gallery owners. Just me, my art, and maybe a croissant. Or two.