Man, what a day! Soisy-sous-Montmorency, you wild little gem! I woke up thinking it’d be just another boring tour day. Boy, was I wrong!
First off, I’m running late. Classic me, right? I sprint down Rue de la République, dodging dog poop and old ladies. Seriously, why do they walk so slow? I’m like, “C’mon, lady, I got a tour to lead!”
Finally, I get to the meeting point at Place de la Mairie. It’s a cute little square, but today it’s packed. I’m talking like sardines in a can. I see my group—mostly tourists, a couple of locals, and one dude who looks like he just rolled outta bed. I mean, bro, put on some pants!
We start off, and I’m trying to give my best “Welcome to Soisy-sous-Montmorency” speech. I’m all pumped about the history, the parks, the vibe. But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I’m standing there, drenched, trying to keep my cool. I’m like, “Welcome to the French weather, folks!”
We head over to Parc des Coteaux, and it’s beautiful, even in the rain. The trees are lush, and the flowers are still blooming. I’m feeling a bit better. I tell them about the history of the park, how it used to be a hangout for artists. But then, I trip over a root. Classic! I fall, and my phone goes flying. I’m like, “Noooo!”
But wait, it gets better. I pick up my phone, and guess what? It’s cracked. Great. Just what I needed. I’m trying to play it cool, but inside, I’m fuming. I mean, c’mon!
We move on to Rue de la Gare, and I’m trying to distract myself. I start talking about the old train station. It’s got this vintage vibe, and I’m all about it. But then, I notice a guy in the back of the group. He’s not even listening. He’s on his phone, probably scrolling through TikTok or something. I’m like, “Dude, you’re in Soisy-sous-Montmorency! Pay attention!”
Finally, we hit up the local bakery, La Boulangerie de Soisy. I’m telling everyone they gotta try the éclairs. I mean, they’re to die for! But then, the guy who was on his phone? He orders a croissant. A CROISSANT! I’m like, “Bro, you missed the whole point!”
But whatever, I grab an éclair, and it’s heavenly. I’m feeling good again. We sit outside, and I’m chatting with this sweet couple from Canada. They’re super nice, and we’re laughing about the weather. I’m like, “Welcome to France, where the weather is as unpredictable as my love life!”
Then, outta nowhere, a pigeon decides to drop a bomb right on my shoulder. I’m like, “Are you kidding me?!” Everyone bursts out laughing. I can’t help but laugh too. It’s just one of those days, ya know?
As we wrap up the tour, I’m feeling all sorts of emotions. Happy, frustrated, soaked, but mostly grateful. Soisy-sous-Montmorency, you’ve got my heart. Even with the rain, the cracked phone, and the pigeon poop, I wouldn’t trade this day for anything.
I wave goodbye to my group, and as I walk back down Rue de la République, I can’t help but smile. This city, man, it’s got character. Just like me!