We had been on the road less than an hour when the phone rang.
We bought our new French sim card for economy and convenience, but it had served an unintended purpose three days ago. The billing address to which the invoice was sent was our "new" French one, and as much as I am in awe of those who invent policies that deem utility bills to sent to an address as proof that one lives there, I am perhaps even more impressed by the "box tickers" who can stare me in the face and accept that a receipt for a one Euro sim card for a prepaid mobile phone is in fact a utilities bill and I must therefore live at the address to which it was sent.
Perhaps it is they who are in awe, that one should even try, but that aside the phone did indeed ring.
Celine was almost speechless as she told us that the nice young lady we had lodged all the forms with had phoned.
"Remember me?" she had enquired, "I'm the one at the Prefecture office who welcomed your friends from Australia…."
To cut what we had heard should certainly have been a very long story short, it appears our application for Residency Cards has been approved, and we are to return later in the month to pick them up. After all the horror stories we had heard about the process, we are somewhat reeling in disbelief.
Not long after, we stumbled across "Creation" parked as it was, quite in the middle of nowhere it had no relevance whatsoever to the story, but we liked it.
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