Registering a Second-Hand Car in France Part 2
We went back to the Prefecture this morning.
We were the first there, and took tickets 001 and 002. It was the same lady at the little window, and she announced my maiden name with a smile. She was very pleased to see that we had obtained a new Controle Technique, but she already knew there would be another little problem to tackle...
I had told her previously that we were leaving for the UK very soon, for five weeks, and she said that the registration documents, or Carte Grise, will not just be left in our mailbox; they require a signature on delivery.
So. She established exactly what date we return and gave us a telephone number to call once we're back. All I have to do is give the registration numbers, and the documents will then be dispatched. How helpful! We were told to return to the seating area to await our call to the next window, where we would make our payment.
It turns out that there is no payment as far as the trailer is concerned. Good. The cost of registration for the car was 260 Euros. That's the cost of my annual road tax for our British car, and I don't have to pay that here in France, so I don't feel too hard done by. Finding insurance was simple, and fully comprehensive cover was reasonably priced. So we're the new legal owners of a French car and trailer! Hoorah!
After months of hot, hot sunshine, the temperature dipped yesterday from 37 degrees to 17 degrees. It rained all day. Our new guttering transported the rain to our large water butt. It was full by lunchtime! The local newspapers have been featuring articles about the terrible drought, so I'm pleased for the farmers. And the cows. But it's sunny again today...
We were the first there, and took tickets 001 and 002. It was the same lady at the little window, and she announced my maiden name with a smile. She was very pleased to see that we had obtained a new Controle Technique, but she already knew there would be another little problem to tackle...
I had told her previously that we were leaving for the UK very soon, for five weeks, and she said that the registration documents, or Carte Grise, will not just be left in our mailbox; they require a signature on delivery.
So. She established exactly what date we return and gave us a telephone number to call once we're back. All I have to do is give the registration numbers, and the documents will then be dispatched. How helpful! We were told to return to the seating area to await our call to the next window, where we would make our payment.
It turns out that there is no payment as far as the trailer is concerned. Good. The cost of registration for the car was 260 Euros. That's the cost of my annual road tax for our British car, and I don't have to pay that here in France, so I don't feel too hard done by. Finding insurance was simple, and fully comprehensive cover was reasonably priced. So we're the new legal owners of a French car and trailer! Hoorah!
After months of hot, hot sunshine, the temperature dipped yesterday from 37 degrees to 17 degrees. It rained all day. Our new guttering transported the rain to our large water butt. It was full by lunchtime! The local newspapers have been featuring articles about the terrible drought, so I'm pleased for the farmers. And the cows. But it's sunny again today...
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| One of Tulle's Cafe Bogotas has a painting in the window of an ostrich wearing a bow tie, looking through a car windscreen. Now this colourful zebra has appeared in the window of a different branch.
A bientot!
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