Man, what a day! I woke up in Sainte-Adresse, ready to hit the water. You know, the usual—grab my gear, check the tides, and hope for a good catch. But nah, today was anything but usual.
First off, I’m walking down Rue de la Mer, right? The salty breeze hits me, and I’m like, “Yeah, today’s gonna be epic!” But then, boom! I trip over some random fishing net. Like, who leaves that there? I’m cursing under my breath, thinking, “Great start, genius.”
So I finally get to the harbor. The sun’s shining, and the boats are bobbing like they’re dancing. I’m feeling good, right? I hop on my little boat, the “Lucky Charm.” Yeah, I named it that for a reason. But guess what? The engine won’t start! I’m yanking on that thing like it owes me money.
After what feels like forever, I finally get it going. I’m out on the water, and it’s beautiful. The waves are chill, and I’m thinking, “This is it!” But then, outta nowhere, a storm rolls in. Like, seriously? I’m looking at the sky, and it’s all dark and moody. I’m like, “C’mon, Sainte-Adresse, don’t do me dirty!”
I’m trying to reel in some fish, but the wind’s howling. I’m getting soaked, and I’m yelling at the clouds like they can hear me. “You think this is funny?!” I’m pretty sure the seagulls are laughing at me.
Finally, I catch a couple of decent fish. I’m feeling proud, but then I see this huge yacht cruising by. I mean, who needs that much boat? I’m there in my little fishing boat, and they’re living the high life. I can’t help but roll my eyes. “Must be nice!”
After the storm passes, I head back to the harbor. I’m soaked, tired, but kinda happy. I pull into the dock at Quai de la République, and there’s this old guy, Pierre, who’s always hanging around. He’s got this huge grin, and I’m like, “What’s up, man?”
He tells me he saw me battling the storm. “You looked like a fish outta water!” he laughs. I can’t help but chuckle. “Yeah, well, at least I caught some!”
But then, I notice something weird. My fish are gone! I’m searching everywhere, and I’m freaking out. Did someone swipe my catch? I’m ready to start a fishing riot. But then I see a kid, maybe 10 years old, holding my fish. He’s grinning like he just won the lottery.
“Hey! Those are mine!” I shout, half-joking. The kid just laughs and says, “I thought you were done with them!” I can’t even be mad. I mean, who can resist that face?
So I end up giving him one of the fish. “Here, kid. Just don’t tell your mom where you got it!” He runs off, and I’m left standing there, shaking my head.
As I pack up, I think about how crazy today was. From tripping over nets to battling storms, and then losing my fish to a kid. But that’s Sainte-Adresse for ya. It’s wild, unpredictable, and full of surprises.
I head home, exhausted but smiling. Tomorrow’s another day, and who knows what’ll happen? But one thing’s for sure—I wouldn’t trade my life here for anything.