Wow, what a day in Sarlat-la-Canéda! Seriously, I’m still buzzing from it. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be epic!” Little did I know...
First off, I’m a guide, so I’m supposed to be all chill and collected. But nah, not today. I’m running late. Like, really late. I sprint down Rue de la République, dodging tourists and their selfie sticks. Ugh, those things should come with a warning label. “Beware: may cause severe annoyance.”
Finally, I get to the market at Place de la Liberté. It’s packed! I mean, who doesn’t love fresh cheese and pastries? I grab a croissant, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, bam! I spill coffee all over my shirt. Great. Just great. Now I look like a walking disaster.
But whatever, I shake it off. I’m here to show people the beauty of Sarlat. The medieval vibe is unreal. The narrow streets, the stone buildings, it’s like stepping back in time. I mean, you can practically hear the ghosts of the past whispering, “Hey, don’t mess up the tour!”
So, I gather my group. They’re a mixed bag—some excited, some just there for the Instagram pics. I start at the Cathedral of Saint-Sacerdos. It’s stunning, right? But then, this one guy in the back starts asking about the best place to get a burger. A burger? In Sarlat? Dude, you’re missing the point!
I try to keep it together. “Let’s focus on the history, my friend!” But inside, I’m like, “Why are you even here?”
Next, we stroll down Rue de la Liberté. I’m telling them about the history, the architecture, and this lady interrupts me. “Can we take a pic?” I mean, sure, but can we do it after I finish my story? I’m not a prop!
But hey, I roll with it. I’m a pro, right? So, I pose with them, trying to look cool while secretly wishing I had a better shirt on.
Then, we hit the market again. I’m trying to explain the local delicacies—foie gras, truffles, all that fancy stuff. And this kid, probably 10 years old, looks at me and says, “Ew, that’s gross.” I mean, come on! You haven’t even tried it! Kids these days, right?
But then, something magical happens. I spot a street performer on Rue de la République. He’s playing the accordion, and suddenly, everyone’s smiling. It’s like the whole vibe shifts. I can’t help but dance a little. I mean, who doesn’t love a good accordion jam?
After that, we head to the Jardin des Enfeus. It’s beautiful, peaceful. I take a moment to breathe. But then, I see a couple arguing. Like, really arguing. I’m thinking, “Dude, you’re in Sarlat! Chill out!”
But then, I get a bit emotional. I think about how lucky I am to share this place with others. Sarlat-la-Canéda is more than just a city; it’s a feeling. The cobblestones, the history, the food—it’s all part of this crazy tapestry.
As the day winds down, I’m exhausted but happy. I’ve shared stories, laughed, and even danced a bit. I walk back through the streets, the sun setting behind the buildings, casting this golden glow. It’s like a postcard.
And just when I think it can’t get better, I bump into an old friend. We haven’t seen each other in years! We grab a drink at a little café on Place de la Liberté. I’m telling him about my day, and he’s cracking up.
So yeah, Sarlat-la-Canéda, you’ve got my heart. You’re quirky, beautiful, and full of surprises. Can’t wait for tomorrow!