Aka losing my mind and feeling like an imbecile at not being able to do basic things: Living in Paris 101
Well, I had a lovely long newsy note that I had created for my next post by way of update to getting started here, but my computer lost the wifi connection just as I completed it, and closed the internet so I lost it. It’s such a perfect metaphor for the frustrations we have encountered trying to do basic things.
Our new apt is SO lovely, and is very high tech ‘smart’. This means however that our modem/router is not in our suite; it is in the mechanical room that we cannot access, and so when the internet connection glitches and I would normally reset the system, I now cannot. We have spent the first week trying to get all our gizmos online so we can complete what needs to be done. Georgia needs to buy ‘social liability insurance’ online and other things I am embarassed to say I’ve never encountered before in order to be considered registered for school so she can retrieve her course schedule. And Roo is trying to have a video meeting with his teacher and submit his homework which has been tricky. But they replaced the internet equipment apparently and it seems to be humming along, except now for some reason my laptop cannot connect despite all my usual fixes. So it feels our efforts are being thwarted left and right.
My sister in law told me living in France would sometimes have me in tears of frustration. I would say we are feeling more like we have rage of frustration. Maybe we are the feistier side of the family, har har. The list of things we cannot understand and do is long and not very distinguished. I’ve even failed at online shopping for goodness sakes.
I ordered a bedside table for Roo from Ikea and it never came (to our last apartment.) I called twice and tried to explain the issue to no avail and eventually had to go to the store and wait for 20min to speak to a person who admitted there have been delivery issues, so I was credited the amount (with a long coded number handed to me on a small sticker) that I am supposedly meant to submit onto another online order to try again. I’ve not yet summoned the courage to attempt another order. (I am tempted to make Roo use my yoga block trick!..)
Then a few days ago I ordered a small kitchen appliance to our home address to be delivered by the equivalent of Express Post in Canada. When I tracked the package it showed it was set to deliver yesterday but it didn’t come. I figured it must be delayed until today so I asked the building caretaker if she knew. She said no mail had arrived for us. I told her in my absymal French about the package and she said if they had attempted a delivery and come when she wasn’t there, they would have left a note but they had not so she had no idea. So I logged back online to track it and saw it was then listed as available for pick up at the ‘retreival point’.
This milk frother order was beginning to sound like a military extraction of agents in hostile territory. ‘Retrieval point’ is great,….but pray tell….where is this elusive top secret locale?! I had to follow a trail of links in French to ascertain the package was awaiting me at the local bible studies shop. The local bible studies shop?! Perhaps the secret to parcel delivery is divine intervention?!
A few weeks ago, we tried to buy Rupert an ‘unaccompanied minor’ train ticket to travel to the south of France to see his friend, but the ticket could not be purchased online without being paid for with only either a French bank card or French credit card. So we went TO the train station to buy the ticket with cash but were told they only sell those tickets online. #ShootMeNow
Georgia needs to validate her student visa and in order to do so, she has to present herself at the equivalent of City Hall and pay a small registration fee. And you guessed it…they won’t allow the fee to be paid by any means other than a French bank or French credit card. And she has to have the visa validated in order to attend classes.
So we had to apply for a french bank account and if you remember our woes about getting a French Student Visa, let’s just say the bank account application process has been rumoured to be similar. I’ve had two conversations with the bank manager in French, and we have submitted everything except the kitchen sink.
So those are just a few of the logistical challenges we are encountering. Nothing is life threatening so these are very much first world problems, and I will say that everyone is exceptionally nice and willing to help or waive certain things away like they actually don’t matter, (despite the paperwork saying to the contrary.) The hard-won student visas for the kids, for example were of little interest to the French Border and Immigration guards. They continued their conversation to one another and waved on us casually.
But the challenges are hugely time consuming and maddening. And we are even in a better position than many given we have some rudimentary language ability. (Although clearly our language is not that good because it didn’t spare G and me from punishing training sessions at the gym today with two separate trainers, when what we had thought we had arranged was a ‘how to use the machines’ session. We emerged sweating like two drown rats. But we were definitely exercised and the sessions were free of charge which was a happy surprise.)
I can’t imagine doing these ‘living tasks’ without any abilities in French, and I suspect G will not be the only student who doesn’t have every duck in its row.
The class lectures are supposedly in English but we were at the school yesterday enquiring about some of this stuff and were directed to some of the staff and all of the conversing we blundered through was in French. Georgia had read in online reviews of the school that they say the courses are taught in english but all the real teaching happens in French. That is ‘vraiment evident’, so I guess she is definitely learning French as well as Fashion! And of course that’s a whole pack of wonderful but right now, while we are floundering our way through things, it’s more than a little challenging.
Georgia received a supply list for school and for items we didn’t understand, we used a translation app to hysterical result. Apparently she needed a 10 metre long ruler as well as both a full size pistol and a package of five smaller hand-pistols. (Turns out it was a 10m roll of lined paper…thank goodness….carrying that 10m long ruler was going to be a challenge, wink wink, and the pistols were in fact some kind of plastic geometrical sewing shapes.)
Anyway, so you will now have gathered we are finally ensconced in our new apartment and we are really thrilled with it and its close proximity to G’s school. Our other apartment was so noisy and this one is like a vault….with the minor exception of some major construction currently happening in the suite beneath us!! Omg…. In Victoria we had moaned about the neighbors next door grinding rocks for months to put around the base of their house and we thought it couldn’t get worse. Now we have drilling and sawing right underneath us. Georgia thought they were going to come through her shower this morning!!
The building is a beautiful Haussmanian construction that has been gutted and beautifully redone, enhancing all the original mouldings and detailing, but having added a contemporary glass addition out the back flanking the courtyard, creating two massive walls of glass. The light pours in and we are spoiled with a lovely new and modern kitchen.
The owners renovated, starting from the top of the building and so each time a suite is completed they rent it out. So we just moved into this one and the last one to be completed is the one beneath us. We are foolishly hoping it won’t take long. (Riiiight…..)
Rupert has begun his online classes and is taking it in stride, and G is prepping for her orientation tomorrow (Friday). She is pondering WTW (what to wear) and though this is probably her most enjoyable challenge lately, it is arguably not entirely insignificant since it will be her first day of fashion school and first impressions matter as they say.