For our asylum seeker friends the week started early - Monday morning rise and shine and go and register at the OFII.
So 7:30 found me haring off to the bus stop for the 7:41 bleary-eyed bus to Bordeaux.
8:25 we were in place. 8:30 the doors opened and we were in line.
Then sat waiting in the reception area.
I fingered the tricolour sitting proudly in the corner by my seat.
Its bold colours were taken up by the reception area -
bright blue doors
bright red desk (this was a bit of an eyesore, frankly).
But it did get the message across. This was not Kansas, either, Toto.
A gentleman came in and called out the name of our friends.
We followed him by a circuitous path to an office where he entered all their details on computer.
Voilà. By 10am I was back home, making and answering phone calls
and sending out an email with details of the meeting
for the little team that is taking over from next week.
Can you imagine it. A trip to the OFII and you don't end up carrying home a bottle!