We touched down at CDG airport, Paris at 5:15 a.m. local time. At the Immigration window, I greeted the officer with the little french I know so far, bonjour...he responded I think, and went on blablablabla. I excused myself and said in French, I speak little french. He said something else and went on, and on and on, I shrugged my shoulders, then he said "are you coming to Paris?", I said no, then he asked to see my school papers, I gave him my file, he said no, no, no, I looked at him blank and completely dumpfounded wondering what in the world, I have my visa, my boarding pass and by this time, my head is beginning to spin, then he said in perfect English...one paper please. Phew, I handed him my school itinerary, then he stamped my passport. Is that how they scare people?
- Caroline
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