Wednesday, 24 October 2012

Thirty years ago...

Came across the orange carte de séjour from my year abroad, October 1982, the year that turned out to be the year(s) from hell when I got Coxsackie, then ME. 

It makes me think of this wee snippet from The State of Me:

We had to register at la préfecture and get ID cards. Le préfet was like a Peter Sellers character. He glared at us while he stamped our cartes de séjour with a hundred different stamps. We started to giggle and he glimmered us a smile. 

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