Sarah and I had a very disappointing trip to Houston. We were trying to get Sarah's Visa application started (although we won't have a Paris street addresse for two weeks), and went to pay homage to the French Consulate.
Well, I can say it was an interesting experience. The French workers sit behind a huge plate glass window with a small slot at the bottom (for passing papers). The small slot also happens to be the only way for sound to transmit between you and the workers. So you are in a room full of strangers and you are screaming at a small slot in the bottom of the window trying to explain your situation. Big fun. Remember I mentioned they don't answer questions about the visa process on the phone? There was one woman there who waited in line, and when she got to the front, called her daughter on her cell, and then fed the cell phone thru the slot to the workers. So I guess that's how you get questions answered.
We weren't so lucky. We tried asking in 4 different ways if we could provide the address later, etc etc etc. "We cannot start your application until you have an address". We took our 2 inch stack of papers and left. whooped.
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