Man, today was a wild ride in Wingles! Like, seriously, I didn’t expect this little town to throw me so many curveballs. So, I woke up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I hit up Rue de la République for my morning coffee. You know, the usual spot. The barista, Marie, she’s a legend. But today? She was all outta croissants! I mean, c’mon! It’s France! What’s breakfast without a flaky pastry? I was ready to throw a fit, but then she gave me a free espresso. So, I guess that’s a win?
After that, I strolled down Rue de l’Église. It’s such a cute street, with those old buildings and the church looming over everything. I was vibing, thinking about my next art project. Maybe something about the contrast of old and new? But then, BAM! A pigeon poops on my shoulder. Like, really? I’m just trying to enjoy my day here!
I laughed it off, though. Gotta have a sense of humor, right? So, I wiped it off and kept walking. I ended up at Parc de la Mairie. It’s this lovely park with trees and a little pond. I sat on a bench, sketching some ideas. Suddenly, a bunch of kids ran by, playing tag. They were so loud, but it was kinda cute. Made me think about how carefree life used to be.
Then, outta nowhere, this old dude comes up to me. He’s like, “Hey, you’re an artist, right?” I’m like, “Yeah, kinda.” He starts rambling about how art should be “pure” and “not influenced by the modern world.” I’m just sitting there, nodding, but inside I’m like, “Dude, chill. Art is whatever you make it!”
After that convo, I needed a break. So, I headed to Rue de la Liberté. There’s this little bistro called Le Petit Coin. I ordered a burger (I know, I know, not French, but whatever). While I was waiting, I overheard some locals talking about the upcoming festival. Apparently, they’re having a parade down Rue de la République next week. I’m totally gonna check that out!
But then, my burger arrives, and it’s HUGE! Like, I could feed a small village with this thing. I took a bite, and it was glorious. Juicy, cheesy, and just the right amount of messy. I was in heaven. But then, I dropped half of it on the floor. Ugh! I was so mad!
After lunch, I decided to walk it off. I wandered over to the old train station. It’s kinda abandoned, but there’s something beautiful about it. I took some pics for my Insta. You know, gotta keep the ‘gram updated. While I was snapping shots, I met this cool photographer. We started chatting about art and life. He told me about a hidden gallery nearby. I was like, “Dude, let’s go!”
So, we found this place on Rue des Écoles. It was super small but packed with amazing stuff. I was blown away! There were pieces that made me feel all sorts of emotions. I even got a little teary-eyed. Art can hit you hard, you know?
As the day wrapped up, I was walking back home, feeling all sorts of things. Happy, inspired, a bit frustrated, but mostly grateful. Wingles, with its quirky streets and unexpected moments, really knows how to keep you on your toes.
I got home, plopped on my couch, and thought about the day. It was messy, chaotic, and totally unpredictable. But that’s life, right? And honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way. Wingles, you’ve got my heart!