Here we are after our visa interview in front of the French consulate. We had visions of talking over our visit to Paris with a stern Frenchmen in a little office, turns out it was more like the DMV; present your papers at one window, sit down, get your pictures and fingerprints taken at another when called, and pick up the visa later that day. In the end we were just happy to be finally on our way...
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| Mary in front of Central Park |
Ha! I had the same experience at the Indian consulate. I expected to be ushered into an elegant room and maybe dealing with the staff of an ambassador, when instead it was like the Mumbai DMV.
ReplyDeleteGood luck you crazy Americans!
Mark!