Just a quick post for anyone keeping track: My carte de sejour renewal went off without a hitch!
Have the happiness police put me on their good list?
*Only* an hour’s wait. Then the public servant took our dossier. Asked us no questions. SAID EVERYTHING WAS ‘BON’.
Really? That’s all? (Next to us, the public servant was telling some misfortunate soul that his ‘document had no value.’ Aucune, monsieur!)
Exit with recipise (receipt) in hand, the sun shining! (It had been raining when we entered).
I may be in some Paris parallel universe right now.
This picture seemed to encapsulate it, as I strolled by the Hotel de Ville. I felt like a kid on a carousel (with a great big chateau to boot!)
First time I will place anything relating to bureaucracy in my ‘Paris Paradise’ category, but here it goes!