Tarn Posted June 7, 2006 Share Posted June 7, 2006 15:0OArmed with the information gleened here (and the paperwork needed) Istumbled into the Hotel des Impots and asked (in broken French,sporting a 'confused' grin) for a Quittus Fiscal. The man behind thedesk took out the form, pointed at the parts I should fill in and saidsomething that I took to mean 'fill in what you can and if you getstook shout me'. I filled in what I could. He came back,looked at me slightly disappointedly and filled in the rest and sent meon my way.15:30Headed for the Prefecture and asked the very pleasant woman at thereception for a 'demande de certificate d'ammatriculation'. She startedtalking about 'Carte Grise' and things. She saw my face drop and heldup the form. As my face dropped further, she asked me for my passport.Having read this forum I was ready for that one! I thrust it into herhand. She opened it at the photo page, grinned, and showed it to me.There it was - the photo that my wife hates the most. I had picked upthe wrong passport. I exclaimed (in a voice far too loud for a publicbuilding) 'Oh m*rde!' to which she replied, grinning even more widelynow) 'non, 'Mercredi', monsieur!!' (Yes, it was)I rummaged around and found my driving licence. This seemed to work. She set to filling out the form for me (excellent!).Meanwhile her colleague, who had come to see who was swearing at thecounter, began practicing her English on me. We had a jolly old time.I'm her 'mate' now.Shortly afterwards, the bundle was clipped together and thrust backinto my hands. 'Number six' said the woman. I headed over to window sixand handed over the bundle. Seconds later I received my licence andutility bill back. 'Go to window seven' (in French). There I paid andreceived my Carte Grise.As I left the Prefecture the two women on reception ignored theirrather bemused looking new clients and waved furiously at me, wishingme a 'bon apres midi!'16:05 Went to Auchan and had the shiney new plates made (12 euros each) 16:45 Headed home. Rather surprised that the legendary French bureaucracy could not have been more pleasant or helpful. Maybe it was the shorts I was wearing that did it .Just thought I'd post this as a balance to some of the usual horror stories ...Tomorrow, the insurance ... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sunday Driver Posted June 7, 2006 Share Posted June 7, 2006 Got to be a record, Tarn. Simple procedure, simply achieved. Smugness rating = 100!Like most things in life, putting on a pleasant smile usually encourages people to help out - even if you are a bit of a wally......Nice one. [;-)] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TheVicar Posted June 8, 2006 Share Posted June 8, 2006 Can't say it was quite as quick for us in the Sarthe, but it too wasagreeably easier than the stories we'd heard. Our biggest problem wastrying to convince the Citroen dealers that they could supply acertificate of Conformity. Both Tours and Le Mans gave us such blanklooks, and had obviously never heard of them. In one, they came backand told us that they couldn't supply a certificate for a right handdrive!!But certainly, the processes in the Hotel d'Impots and the Prefecture were quite easy. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kitty Posted June 16, 2006 Share Posted June 16, 2006 Vicars have all the luck. Didn't you need an 'attestation' certificate from DRIRE? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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