La Vie à Lyon

Living, learning and loving in Lyon !

What to write ?

Life in Lyon has been pretty, well, life-y ! We’ve just been cruising along –métro, boulot, dodo, as they say here – meaning commute, work, sleep ! For me, school’s cool (I’m already on autumn holidays…) and Sim’s been working like a crazy man in his new-ish job at Intersport. There hasn’t really been that much to write about – things aren’t so new anymore and the adventures are less frequent.

We’ve had a couple of misadventures, however – let me tell you about those !

It’s préfecture time again. Until 2016, I have to renew my titre de séjour anually. That means getting the birth certificate translated, getting some new mugshots, photocopying any letters even slightly official-looking (especially if they’re addressed to both of us) and hoping that the list of required documents hasn’t changed since last year. Once that’s done, it’s time to gear up for an early start and a few hours of waiting in the queue.

We usually arrive around 7 for an 8:30 opening time. We shuffle through the queue, get our ticket, take our seat, wait a few hours for a 10 minute meeting, get our receipt and go, grateful that we only have to do this once a year.

Turns out, 7 is no longer early enough. Nowhere near early enough. At 8:40, sill far from the door, we were greeted by a booming police officer with :

“Good morning ladies and gentlemen ! There are no more tickets for today ! There are no more tickets ! You’ll all have to come back another day ! Thank you !”

Bam.

So we did – what else can we do ? Only we went a bit earlier, arrived at 6:30 – and gained about 2 metres in the queue ! We were greeted by the same police officer a few hours later, her speech word for word.

Ugh.

We're at the traffic light section of the queue. No chance !

We’re at the traffic light section of the queue. No chance !

We’re trying for the third time tomorrow. Aiming for an hour earlier; lining up at 5:30.

Third time lucky, right ?

Bisous !

 

Update: Turned out it was fourth time lucky. We arrived at 3:30. Yes, you read that right…

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2 thoughts on “What to write ?

  1. emilycommander on said:

    This made me laugh a lot: I have had this experience in many different guises since arriving in Lyon. Once I went to the préfecture to sort out the carte grise on a second hand car we had purchased, and sat in three different queues for three different tickets for three hours before being seen…

    If you’re interested, I have started to write about similar issues on my blog. You can see it at http://www.lostinlyon.com It’s good to see I’m not alone!

    • Ugh ! It’s a horrible system. I was going to update this piece because, as it turns out, it was fourth time lucky and we arrived at 3:30am !! Thanks for reading 🙂

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