Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still buzzing from it. So, I woke up in my little studio on Rue de la République, right? The sun was blasting through the window, and I thought, “Today’s gonna be epic.” Spoiler alert: it was, but not in the way I thought.
First off, I hit up the local boulangerie. You know, the one on Avenue de la Mer? Best croissants ever! I’m talking flaky, buttery goodness. I grab one, and as I’m munching, I see this old dude feeding pigeons. Like, why? They’re just gonna poop on you, man! But whatever, I’m not judging. I’m just trying to enjoy my breakfast.
Then, I decide to stroll down to the beach. The Mediterranean was looking all sparkly and inviting. I mean, who wouldn’t wanna dive in? But nah, I just sat on the sand, sketching some ideas for my next art piece. I was vibing, feeling all artsy-fartsy, when suddenly, this kid runs by, kicks sand all over my sketchbook! Ugh! I was like, “Dude, chill!” But he just laughed and kept running. Kids, right?
After that, I needed a pick-me-up. So, I hit up this café on Place de la Mairie. The coffee there is like liquid gold. I order a café crème, and while I’m waiting, I overhear this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m thinking, “Get a room, people!” But then, the guy storms out, and the girl starts crying. I felt bad, but also kinda entertained. Drama in Serignan, who knew?
Anyway, I finally get my coffee, and it’s perfect. I take a sip, and boom! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Max. He’s like, “Yo, let’s hit the market!” I’m down, so I rush over to the Marché de Serignan. It’s this vibrant place, full of colors and smells. Fresh fruits, veggies, and all that jazz. I grab some strawberries, and they’re so sweet, I could cry.
But then, I see this artist I know, Claire. She’s painting this massive mural on a wall near Rue des Écoles. I’m like, “Whoa, that’s dope!” But then I notice she’s struggling with the colors. I’m all about helping out, so I jump in. We’re mixing paints, laughing, and suddenly, I spill a whole bucket of blue paint! It splatters everywhere! I’m freaking out, but Claire just laughs. “Welcome to the club!” she says.
After the mural madness, I’m feeling all pumped. We decide to grab some dinner at this little spot on Rue de la Liberté. The food is bomb! I order a plate of moules-frites, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m in heaven. But then, I see a rat scurry by. I’m like, “Nope, not in my dinner!” But hey, it’s Serignan, right?
As the sun sets, the sky turns this insane shade of orange. I’m walking back, feeling all the feels. I think about how crazy today was. From croissants to coffee drama, to paint spills and rats. It’s wild how a day can flip like that.
I finally get home, exhausted but happy. I plop down on my couch, and I can’t help but smile. Serignan, you crazy little town, you’ve got my heart. Can’t wait for tomorrow!