I was wondering how long it would be before my first encounter with French bureaucracy, immortalised in Asterix for its ability to send people mad. Having lived in Germany for 9 months some time ago, I thought it shouldn’t pose too many problems. At that time, when attempting to sign up, register, or do anything official, I breezily presented my A4 wallet containing every piece of documentation I possessed, enabling me to rise above the petty frustrations of the uninitiated.  Continue reading