Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a shoemaker in Wittenheim is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I step outta my little workshop on Rue de la République, and boom! I trip over a cobblestone. Classic me. I’m like, “Great start, genius.” But whatever, I brush it off. I head to the market on Place de la Mairie. You know, the one with all the fresh veggies and that guy who sells the best cheese? Yeah, that one. I’m just minding my own business, when I see this old lady, Madame Dupont, struggling with her bags. I rush over, all heroic-like, and help her out. She’s like, “Oh, merci, mon petit!” I’m feelin’ like a champ, right?
But then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and some dude just knocked over a whole stand of apples! I mean, come on! Apples everywhere! I’m dodging flying fruit like I’m in some weird action movie. I’m laughing, but also kinda mad. Like, dude, how clumsy can ya be?
After that chaos, I finally get to my shop. It’s on Rue des Écoles, and let me tell ya, it’s my little sanctuary. I got my tools, my leather, and my weird collection of shoe models. But today, it’s packed. I got customers lined up like it’s Black Friday or something.
First, there’s this guy, Pierre. He’s got these ancient boots that look like they’ve been through a war. I’m like, “Dude, what happened to these?” He just shrugs and says, “I walked a lot.” I mean, really? You think? I fix ‘em up, but I’m secretly judging him.
Then, there’s this lady, Claire. She’s all about fashion, right? She brings in these fancy heels. I’m like, “Lady, these are gonna break your ankles.” But she’s all, “No, no, they’re perfect!” I’m just rollin’ my eyes. Fashion over comfort, I guess.
Around noon, I decide to take a break. I stroll down to the Parc de l'Hotel de Ville. It’s beautiful there, with the flowers and the fountain. I sit on a bench, munching on a baguette. Life’s good, right? But then, I see a bunch of kids playing soccer. They’re kicking the ball around, and one of ‘em kicks it right at me! I’m like, “Whoa, watch it!” But they just laugh. Kids, man.
After my little break, I head back to the shop. And guess what? The power’s out! I’m standing there in the dark, surrounded by leather and tools, and I’m like, “This is just perfect.” I grab my phone, and it’s dead too! Ugh! I’m about to lose it.
But then, I hear a knock. It’s my buddy, Jean. He’s got a flashlight and a smile. “Let’s fix this!” he says. We end up chatting and laughing in the dark, and I forget all about the power outage. We even start making jokes about how I should just start making sandals instead of fixing shoes.
Finally, the power comes back on, and I’m back to work. I finish up the day, and I’m exhausted but happy. I lock up the shop and take a stroll through Wittenheim. The streets are lit up, and there’s a vibe in the air. I pass by the old church on Rue de l'Église, and it’s all peaceful.
I get home, plop on my couch, and think about the day. It was wild, emotional, and a bit crazy. But that’s Wittenheim for ya. Full of surprises, laughter, and a little chaos. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!