Man, what a day! I swear, Santes is wild. Like, I thought I knew this place, but today? Pffft, it flipped my world upside down.
So, I wake up, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already thinking about my hunt. I grab my gear, head outta my tiny flat on Rue de la République. That street’s always buzzing, but today? It was like a freakin’ circus. People everywhere, like ants on a sugar rush.
First stop, the market at Place de la Mairie. I’m just tryna grab some supplies, ya know? But nah, the whole place is packed. I’m dodging old ladies with their carts, and this one dude spills his coffee all over my boots. Ugh! I’m like, “Bro, you tryna start a war?” But he just shrugs and walks off. Rude, right?
Anyway, I finally get my stuff. Some fresh meat, a few herbs, and a bottle of that local wine. Can’t hunt on an empty stomach, am I right? So, I’m feeling good, ready to hit the woods. But then, I hear this commotion.
Turns out, there’s a street performer on Rue de la Liberté. This guy’s juggling flaming torches! I mean, who does that? I stop to watch, and I’m thinking, “Dude, you’re gonna set yourself on fire!” But he’s nailing it. The crowd’s loving it, and I’m just standing there, mouth agape.
Then, outta nowhere, a kid runs by, knocks over a lady’s purse, and chaos ensues. I’m like, “What is happening?” The performer drops a torch, and it lands right next to me. I jump back, heart racing. I’m not ready to be a fire casualty today, ya know?
After that madness, I finally make it to the edge of the woods. It’s quiet, finally. Just me and the trees. I take a deep breath, and it’s like the city’s noise fades away. But then, I hear this rustling. My heart’s pounding. I’m thinking, “Is it a deer? A bear? A rabid squirrel?”
Turns out, it’s just a couple of rabbits. I laugh at myself. Seriously, I’m out here acting like I’m in a horror movie. But hey, I’m a huntsman, not a rabbit wrangler.
I set up my spot, and just as I’m getting into it, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Pierre. He’s like, “Yo, you gotta come back to the city! There’s a food festival at Place de la République!” I’m torn. Hunt or food? Food wins.
I pack up and head back. The festival is insane! Food stalls everywhere, the smell of grilled meats, pastries, and oh man, the cheese! I’m in heaven. I grab a plate of everything. Seriously, everything.
While I’m munching, I bump into an old friend, Marie. She’s all smiles, and we start chatting. She tells me about her new job at the local bakery on Rue de la Paix. I’m like, “Girl, you gotta hook me up with some of that bread!”
But then, outta nowhere, the sky darkens. I’m thinking, “No way, not now!” And then, bam! Rain starts pouring. Everyone’s scrambling for cover. I’m laughing, soaked to the bone, but it’s kinda fun.
We duck into a café on Rue de la Liberté. It’s packed, but we squeeze in. I order a hot chocolate, and it’s the best thing ever. I’m sitting there, chatting with Marie, and I realize, this city, man, it’s got a vibe.
After the rain, the streets are glistening. I step outside, and the air smells fresh. I’m feeling good, like I can take on the world. I stroll back home, thinking about all the craziness.
Santes, you’re a wild ride. I love ya, but you sure know how to keep a huntsman on his toes!