I'm an alien

This afternoon was a big step for me and my legal right to stay in the City of Lights. Spent the afternoon in the Immigration Office with all of the other Parisian aliens out there. To be honest, I hope that is the one and only time I have to sit in that office. Glamorous it was not. Honestly I felt like I was in a bad, low budget movie. Although the people watching was top notch and I did get quite lucky - I actually got a seat that wasn't being splashed from the water dripping into an overly full bucket in the middle of the floor. After waiting for about 45 minutes I was taken into a back room with curtain separated examination cubicles, was weighed and measured (so far so good - the chocolate filled bread has yet to catch up with me) and then placed in a locker sized space with a blue door and a nice paper dress.  Xrays and another 45 minute wait then I was lucky enough to be let into another back office and be examined by the "doctor".  You would think with all the waiting and formality there would be an actual physical but NOPE, you take three deep breaths, say if you smoke or not and get your blood pressure taken. Guess what my friends - you are now reading the blog of a Parisian citizen well once my visa arrives and then only for the time frame that it is valid. But close enough for now!!!!!