All paper trails lead to France. I have a highly-anticipated rendezvous to renew my visa tomorrow. I thought being married would alleviate my copious photocopying in preparation for the French Prefecture, but I have made a grand total of 212 photocopies for my appointment. I was photocopying at Monoprix so long, I memorized the playlist. It was the first time since 1996 I was able to relearn the words to “I Believe I Can Fly.” Forgive me, dear rainforest. Marianne made me do it.
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Murphy’s Law served me right. My dossier was rejected! Back to the drawing board.
Bonne chance!! Don’t let the “fonctionniares” ‘get to you’. Your ipad will come in handy!
Good energy is what I need. Thanks, Heather. Murphy’s Law of the Prefecture is always against me. But France cannot get rid of me now!
Thanks, Patrick. Best comments ever! I really appreciate them.
Eeeeeeee…I feel your pain…sending good energy your way for tomorrow!
I love how your illustrations and narrative can depict a frustrating and bureaucratic experience with elegance and grace. So unique!