Man, lemme tell ya about my day in Vaison-la-Romaine. Wow, what a ride! So, I’m a bouncer, right? And today was just... ugh, intense.
Started off chill, just hangin’ at the bar on Rue des Potiers. You know, the one with the cool vibe? I was sippin’ on a pastis, just mindin’ my own biz. Then BAM! This dude stumbles in, like he’s just run a marathon or somethin’. He’s all sweaty, lookin’ like he’s seen a ghost. Turns out, he just got lost in the old town. I mean, c’mon, it’s not that hard! Vaison-la-Romaine ain’t that big!
So, I’m tryin’ to help him out, right? I’m like, “Yo, man, just head down Rue de la République, you’ll hit the Roman ruins.” But he’s all confused, like he’s never seen a map before. I’m thinkin’, “Dude, it’s 2023, get it together!”
Then, outta nowhere, this group of tourists rolls in. They’re loud, laughin’, and just havin’ a blast. I’m like, “Great, more chaos.” But honestly, they were kinda fun. They start askin’ me about the history of Vaison. I’m like, “You wanna know about the Roman theater? Or the medieval bridge?” I mean, I could go on for hours. But I keep it short.
Then, the vibe shifts. This guy, I swear, he’s like a bull in a china shop. He’s bumpin’ into tables, spillin’ drinks everywhere. I’m gettin’ mad. Like, c’mon, man! Respect the place! I’m about to kick him out when he suddenly trips over his own feet and lands right in front of me. I can’t help but laugh.
But then, just as I’m about to let it slide, I see a couple of locals on the other side of the bar. They’re givin’ me the look. You know the one? The “you better do somethin’” look. So, I step in. “Hey, buddy, time to go.” He looks up at me, all wide-eyed, like a deer in headlights.
And then, outta nowhere, this girl from the tourist group jumps in. “C’mon, he’s just havin’ fun!” I’m like, “Yeah, but he’s also breakin’ stuff!” It’s a whole scene now. I’m tryin’ to keep it cool, but inside, I’m like, “Why me? Why today?”
After that drama, I needed a breather. So, I step outside, right? The sun’s settin’ over the hills, and it’s actually kinda beautiful. I take a deep breath, thinkin’ maybe I can chill for a sec. But nope!
I hear this commotion down by the Roman bridge. I rush over, and there’s a street performer doin’ some wild tricks. He’s got fire, he’s got music, and people are lovin’ it. I’m standin’ there, just watchin’, and for a moment, I forget about the craziness. It’s like the whole town’s come alive.
But then, I spot that same guy from earlier, tryin’ to join in. He’s flailin’ his arms, lookin’ ridiculous. I’m thinkin’, “Dude, just stop!” But the crowd’s eatin’ it up. They’re laughin’, and I can’t help but crack a smile.
Finally, the night winds down. I’m back at the bar, and the locals are all chattin’. They’re tellin’ stories about Vaison, about the festivals, the wine, the food. I’m feelin’ a bit better. I mean, this place has its charm, ya know?
As I close up, I think about the day. It was wild, emotional, and honestly, kinda fun. Vaison-la-Romaine, you got me. I’ll be back for more chaos, I’m sure. But for now, I’m out. Peace!