I’m psyching myself up to face some French humiliation. You see…
Picked up my lovely new (new to me) wheels on Saturday and spent the weekend cleaning it up, vacuuming, wiping, polishing, waxing… You would not believe the nastiness all over the interior of the windows. It was ‘ascusting’. Some people just don’t have the same standard of ‘clean’ as others do. And lord knows my anal-ness knows no bounds.
Anyway, have to get the vehicle registered, so we can get it insured, so I can DRIVE IT! This small little pile of paperwork must go to the ‘Préfecture’ so that we can obtain the ‘carte gris’ (grey card – pink slip) which we’ll need for the insurance. We believe however that if I take the paperwork to the local Mairie, they will be able to handle the process there. So my assignment today, should I decided to accept it, is to walk this stuff into town and see if they’ll do it at the Mairie. If that doesn’t work S and I will go into the city tomorrow to the Préfecture. The other thing is that even if the Mairie will do it, it might take a few days to complete the process, but if we take it to the Préfecture we’re told it could be done in one day.
So that’s why I’m trying to get psyched. So that I can remain calm when I have to face the inevitable blank stares or worse the ‘look it’s the village idiot’ stares from the women at the Mairie when I show them my small pile of paperwork and ask for what I need. Wish me luck.
I therefore introduce to you my new wheels.
