Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being an auctioneer in Versailles 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.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I’m hustling down Rue de la Paroisse, dodging tourists like they’re pigeons. Seriously, these folks are everywhere! I mean, I get it, the Palace of Versailles is a big deal, but c’mon, watch where you’re walking! I almost tripped over a kid with a giant ice cream cone. Like, dude, priorities!
Anyway, I get to the auction house, and it’s packed. I’m talking standing-room-only. Everyone’s buzzing, and I’m like, “Alright, let’s do this!” But then, outta nowhere, my assistant drops a whole tray of champagne flutes. CRASH! Glass everywhere. I’m standing there, heart racing, thinking, “Great, just what I needed.”
But then, I see this old lady, Madame Dupont, who’s like 90 but has the spirit of a teenager. She starts laughing so hard, I can’t help but join in. I mean, who knew a broken glass could be so funny? We’re all cracking up, and suddenly, the mood shifts. It’s like, “Okay, we’re all in this together.”
So, the auction kicks off. We’re selling some fancy art, and I’m in my element. I’m shouting bids like a madman, and the crowd’s eating it up. I’m on fire! But then, I spot this dude in the back, looking all shady. He’s got this weird smirk, and I’m like, “What’s your deal, man?”
Turns out, he’s trying to undercut me. Like, seriously? In Versailles? I’m not having it. I call him out, and the crowd goes wild. “Boo! Get outta here!” It felt like a scene from a movie. I’m telling ya, the energy was electric.
Then, just when I think it can’t get crazier, a couple bursts in, yelling about some lost painting. They’re waving their arms, and I’m like, “Guys, this is an auction, not a lost and found!” But they’re persistent. Turns out, it’s a legit piece from the 18th century. I’m thinking, “Wow, this is gonna be a game-changer.”
So, I auction it off, and the bids go through the roof! I’m sweating bullets, but I’m loving it. The adrenaline is pumping, and I’m just riding the wave. Finally, it sells for a ridiculous amount, and the crowd goes wild again. I’m feeling like a rockstar!
After all the chaos, I step outside onto Avenue de Saint-Cloud. The sun’s setting, and the gardens of Versailles look stunning. I take a deep breath, soaking it all in. I’m exhausted but happy. I mean, this city is magical. The history, the beauty, the drama—it’s all part of the gig.
But then, I remember I parked my car on Rue de l’Indépendance. I sprint over, and of course, I can’t find it. I’m wandering around like a lost puppy, cursing under my breath. “Why do I always forget where I park?”
Finally, I spot it. Thank goodness! I hop in, crank up the tunes, and drive off. As I’m cruising through the streets of Versailles, I can’t help but laugh. What a day! I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
So, yeah, that’s a day in the life of an auctioneer in Versailles. Full of surprises, laughter, and a bit of chaos. Just another Tuesday, right?