My encounter at the Prefecture -- the French equivalent of the DMV -- was actually pleasant, well planned out, and the lady that helped me actually laughed and was cheerful enough so as to not make me feel bad for being alive. I did accidentally happen upon where I think you have to go if you're an immigrant and you want papers, or something, and it wasn't too pleasant, and it was like, outside...and it seemed sortof DMV-torture-esque. Still, I give my experience, thanks to the French Dept. of Education, two American thumbs up !
Not so excited that I have to wait until the 22nd of December to get my Carte de Sejour, but hey, life’s a give and take.
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