Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a baker in Sormiou is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up at the crack of dawn, right? The sun’s barely peeking over the Calanques, and I’m already knee-deep in flour. I mean, who needs sleep when you’ve got dough to knead?
First off, I’m makin’ my famous pain au chocolat. You know, the one that makes people weak in the knees? I’m in my zone, jamming to some tunes, when BAM! The power goes out. Just like that! I’m standin’ there in the dark, flour everywhere, like a ghost in a bakery. I’m like, “Seriously, Sormiou? You couldn’t wait till I’m done?”
So, I grab my phone, flashlight on, and head to the back. I’m trippin’ over bags of sugar and muttering about how I should’ve just opened a food truck instead. But nah, I love this place. Sormiou’s got that vibe, ya know? The streets like Rue de la Calanque and Avenue des Cèdres are just so... alive.
Finally, the lights flicker back on. Thank the baking gods! I’m back to work, but now I’m in a rush. I gotta get these pastries out before the morning crowd hits. I’m sweating like a sinner in church, and my mind’s racing. I can already picture the line outside my shop, people ready to pounce on my goodies.
Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Marc shows up. He’s got this wild idea to take a break and hit the beach at Plage de Sormiou. I’m like, “Dude, I can’t! I got a mountain of croissants to bake!” But he’s persistent, and I’m like, “Fine! Just for a sec!”
We dash down to the beach, and man, it’s gorgeous! The turquoise water, the cliffs, the whole vibe is just... wow. I’m standing there, flour-covered and all, and I can’t help but smile. But then, I see a seagull swoop down and snatch a croissant right outta my hand! I’m like, “Hey! That’s my breakfast!”
Back to the shop, I’m fuming. I’m mixing dough like a madman, and I can hear the chatter outside. People are raving about my pastries. It’s like music to my ears. But then, I get a call from my supplier. He’s stuck in traffic on Rue de la République. I’m like, “C’mon, man! I need those eggs!”
Finally, he shows up, and I’m ready to throw a party. I whip up a batch of éclairs, and they’re lookin’ perfect. I’m feeling like a rockstar. But then, I spill a whole bucket of cream on the floor. I’m slipping and sliding, trying to clean it up, and I’m just laughing at myself. “What a baker I am!”
The day rolls on, and the shop is packed. People are loving my stuff, and I’m on cloud nine. I even see a couple of tourists from Paris, and they’re like, “This is the best pastry we’ve ever had!” I’m grinning ear to ear.
But then, just when I think it can’t get crazier, a kid runs in, trips, and knocks over a whole tray of macarons. I’m like, “Nooooo!” It’s like watching a slow-motion disaster. But instead of getting mad, I just laugh. “Hey, kid, you just made my day!”
By the end of it, I’m exhausted but happy. Sormiou, with its winding streets and stunning views, has a way of making even the craziest days feel special. I close up shop, and as I walk home, I can’t help but think, “Man, I love this place.”
So yeah, that was my day. Just another wild ride in Sormiou, where the pastries are sweet, and the adventures are even sweeter.