Man, what a day! I woke up in Trevoux, and I swear, I thought it was just gonna be another chill day. But nah, life had other plans. First off, I’m strolling down Rue de la République, right? Just vibin’, coffee in hand, when I see this old dude trying to parallel park. Like, c’mon, it’s a straight shot! But he’s all over the place. I’m standing there, sipping my café, thinking, “Bro, you’re gonna hit that tree!” Spoiler alert: he didn’t, but it was a close call.
So, I finally get to the market at Place de la République. It’s buzzing! Fresh fruits, veggies, and the smell of pastries wafting through the air. I’m like a kid in a candy store. I grab some strawberries, and OMG, they’re so juicy! But then, outta nowhere, this pigeon swoops down and tries to steal my snack. I’m like, “Dude, back off!” I mean, it’s Trevoux, not Birdland!
After that, I decide to hit up the old castle ruins. You know, the Château de Trevoux? It’s got this epic view of the Saône River. I’m standing there, feeling all philosophical, like, “Wow, people fought here, lived here.” Then I trip over a rock. Classic me, right? I’m sprawled out, laughing at myself.
But then, I get mad. Like, really mad. I see this group of tourists, loud and obnoxious, taking selfies. They’re blocking the view! I’m like, “Can you not? Some of us are trying to appreciate history here!” But they just keep posing. Ugh!
So, I wander down to Rue des Écoles, looking for some peace. I find this cute little café, Le Petit Café. I order a croissant and sit outside. The sun’s shining, and I’m finally chillin’. But then, my phone buzzes. It’s work. Of course! They need a report ASAP. I’m like, “Really? On a Saturday?”
I finish my croissant, which was bomb, by the way, and head to the riverbank. The view is stunning. I sit on a bench, trying to focus on work, but the ducks are quacking, and it’s just too peaceful. I can’t help but smile.
Then, out of nowhere, this kid runs by, chasing a soccer ball. He kicks it, and it goes straight into the river! I’m cracking up. The kid’s face is priceless. He’s like, “Noooo!” I mean, who hasn’t had a day like that?
As the sun starts to set, I stroll back through the streets. The lights are coming on, and Trevoux looks magical. I pass by the old church, Église Saint-Georges, and it’s all lit up. I stop for a sec, just taking it all in.
But then, I hear this loud music. I follow it, and there’s a street festival! People dancing, food stalls everywhere. I’m like, “This is what I needed!” I grab a plate of local specialties—so good! I’m chatting with folks, laughing, and just enjoying life.
By the end of the night, I’m exhausted but happy. Trevoux, you wild city! You’ve got my heart. I head home, thinking about all the craziness. What a day! I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.