I power-walked my Birkenstock-clad self all the way up the boulevard only to find this:
Oh no they didn't. But oh yes, they did.
I wasn't going to let these Frenchies who couldn't even make a decent informational posting ruin my plans of applying for a passport! I immediately went online to the Prefecture site to try and make a rendezvous for later in the morning. No luck- the earliest one in my quartier was for June 24th! ps - I'm flying in early July.
I called the Prefecture and asked the nice (amazing I know!) receptionist if this was the case for all of the Prefecture offices - wasn't there anywhere I could go today???
You can come to 12 quai de Gesvres, metro Chatelet, right now if you want to apply for a passport.
I hardly had time to say merci aurevoir before I was running out of my apartment and onto the metro! I was in and out of there in under an hour (not without dealing with a rude social worker who told me that my hands were too sweaty for the finger print machine and did I have a Kleenex to wipe it off. Ps - did I mention that the French Prefecture makes me extremely nervous?)
But - I beat the system and will be the proud owner of a French passport in 10 to 15 days. AND they are going to send me a text when it is ready to be picked up. How's that for technology?
I was so happy with my French system whooping that I decided to treat myself to lunch. I went to Pomme de Pain and got a sandwich, strawberry tart and sparkling water and cozied into a booth to eat. It was bordering on ridiculously hot outside and there were strange birds flying all over the terrace tables, so I had decided to eat inside.
Little did I know that the birds had made both the outside and inside tables their stomping grounds...not even 5 minutes into my meal, a small bird flew over to the chair across from me, took a little poo on the seat back and flew away without a second thought.
See the white speck? Bird poo. At Pomme de Pain. INSIDE the restaurant.
I contemplated yelling at the restaurant staff about their lack of bird control and the birds' lack of bowel control but instead I just finished my meal, wiped off the poo and went about my day. After all, Paris is one big merde - dog merde, human merde, pigeon merde, rat merde. What's a little bird merde thrown in the mix?