Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a furrier in Strasbourg is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I’m hustlin’ down Rue des Grandes Arcades, dodging tourists like I’m in some kinda video game. Seriously, these folks are everywhere! I mean, I get it, Strasbourg’s got that whole “charming European city” vibe, but c’mon! I almost tripped over a guy taking a selfie with a giant pretzel. Like, dude, it’s just bread!
Anyway, I finally make it to my shop on Rue du Vieux Marché aux Poissons. It’s a cozy little spot, all fur and leather, smells like a mix of fresh coffee and… well, you know, fur. I’m just getting into the groove when my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Max. He’s like, “Yo, you gotta see this!” I’m thinking, “What now?”
Turns out, he’s at Place Kléber, and there’s a street performer doing some wild juggling act. I’m like, “Dude, I’m working!” But then I think, “Eh, why not?” So, I lock up and head over.
Man, this guy was insane! He’s juggling flaming torches, and I’m standing there, mouth agape. I mean, who does that? I’m all pumped, clapping like a seal, when suddenly, WHOOSH! One of the torches goes flying! It nearly takes out a lady’s hat. I’m laughing, but also kinda worried. Like, what if she had a bad hair day?
After that, I’m feeling all hyped, so I grab a coffee at this cute little café on Rue de la Mésange. I order a café crème, and the barista, this cool chick with purple hair, gives me a wink. I’m like, “Alright, maybe today’s not so bad.” But then, I spill half of it on my shirt. Classic me, right?
Back to work, I’m trying to focus on this fancy mink coat I’m working on. It’s gorgeous, but man, the pressure! I’m sweating bullets. I’m thinking, “What if I mess it up?” But then I remember, I’m the furrier! I got this!
Just as I’m getting into it, my phone buzzes again. It’s my mom. She’s like, “Did you see the news? The cathedral’s lit up for the festival!” I’m like, “What festival?” Turns out, it’s some light festival, and I totally forgot. Ugh! I’m missing out on all the fun!
So, I finish up the coat, and I’m feeling pretty proud. I step outside, and the whole city is glowing. I mean, the Strasbourg Cathedral is lit up like a Christmas tree! I’m standing there, jaw on the floor, just soaking it all in. It’s beautiful, man.
But then, I hear this commotion. A bunch of kids are running around, and one of them bumps into me. I spill my drink again! Seriously, what’s with me today? I’m about to lose it, but then I see the kid’s face. He’s all wide-eyed and apologetic. I can’t stay mad. Kids, man.
As the night goes on, I’m wandering around, checking out the lights. I hit up Rue des Tonneliers, and there’s this food stall with the best tarte flambée. I’m stuffing my face, and it’s like heaven. I’m thinking, “This is what life’s about!”
But then, I get a call from a client. They want a custom fur piece, and they need it by tomorrow. I’m like, “Are you kidding me?” I’m ready to pull my hair out. But then I remember, I’m the furrier! I can do this!
So, I rush back to the shop, fueled by tarte flambée and caffeine. I’m working like a madman, and somehow, I pull it off. I finish just in time. I’m exhausted but happy.
As I lock up for the night, I look around. Strasbourg’s alive, and I’m part of it. Crazy day, right? But that’s life as a furrier in this beautiful city. Full of surprises, spills, and a whole lotta love. Can’t wait for tomorrow!