You would think the fact that I’m conversational and literate in French, and that I’m a teacher, would alert me to the fact that as I went back and forth with the machinery of the French consulate, I would remember that the very etymology of bureaucracy traces to the French word for desk.
When I first started doing the research behind the visa I would need to live in Paris, I didn’t find much help. About.com had a decent article, but it was from 2006, and who knew what had changed since then? Here’s what I was able to glean from the web, before I made my way to the website for the French Consulate office for my region, which happened to be in Chicago:
1. You cannot get a student visa unless you are going to school at least half-time.
2. You cannot get an “au pair” visa – where you trade out work around a home in exchange for rent – once you are over the age of 26.
3. You cannot get a work visa without a sponsor in France who is guaranteeing your job.
The last option, you have to imagine, for someone who has spent the last decade building businesses, was the least viable. And so, I had to look at the long-term-stay visitor visa.
I received a one-year stay visa just a few weeks ago so this is not just a chronicle of how I did it for the edification and amusement of my friends and family – it’s also a how-to for those of you who are US citizens who want to follow in my footsteps to successfully obtain a visa and can’t get any of the visas I listed above.
Guiding principle when dealing with the French: be calm, polite, friendly and prepared. And never assume you will simply get the visa because you gave them the form and the money.
Here is what you will need:
2. One passport sized photo which will go onto the application form. You need to make sure it’s against a white background, captures your full face, has no glasses or hat, and has your mouth closed. Don’t smile!
3. A questionnaire – not to be confused with the above application – and this one has to be filled out in French AND notarized.
4. Your passport (you’re going to have to leave it with them) plus one copy of the identity pages. I suggest you make a couple copies so that you have some on file yourself should some mishap happen. This might also be a good time to make sure you have a passport card so that if you need to travel to Canada or Mexico while your passport is with the consulate you will be able. This is mutually exclusive, though – the State Department will need your passport too in order to send you back your passport card so you would have to apply for it in plenty of time to get your passport back before your visit to the consulate. Your passport must have been issued less than 10 years ago, must be valid for at least 3 months after your projected return to the US, and have at least 2 blank visa pages left.
5. Status in the US: A simple statement saying “I am a citizen of the United States.”
6 Letter explaining what you intend on doing in France. I wrote a one paragraph statement that said I was planning to visit France and learn about it and perhaps write about it.
7. Notarized Letter promising not to work in France. I wrote a one paragraph statement in which I stated that I would not be working for any French companies during my stay.
8. Letter of Employment in the US stating occupation and earnings. So here’s where it gets interesting. It seems as though the French expect that you either have a job or are taking a leave from a job in order to come and they want certification. They are even okay if you continue to draw pay from that employer. As long as its not a French company (and hence, you are not depriving someone in France of a job they could have) they don’t care.
9. Proof of means of income. They will want at least your last 3 months of checking and savings accounts, if not more. How much are you going to need? Great question. From what I could tell during my interview in Chicago, they want your rent + $800 per month for every month you are staying, minimum. So, let’s say you have a very small place in the city, like my apartment in the 17th arondissement, where you will pay at least $1000USD, add in $800, and that brings you to $1800/month. If you want to stay for six months they will want to see that you either have that in savings or that you will earn enough (item #8) in combination with your savings to stay.
10. Proof of medical insurance. This one requires a bit more pirouetting. You may not apply for a long-term stay visa until 90 days before your departure. The company I use only sells annual policies. However, the French are going to want to see full coverage during your time there. I split the difference. I got a policy that went into effect two weeks after my visit to the consulate, which was 86 days before my departure (I wasn’t taking any chances!), and when I sent the proof of insurance to the consulate I stated that the policy auto-renews at the end of one year.
11. Marriage and/or birth certificates for the children. I got to skip this one!
12. Enrollment in school for your children. I also skipped this.
13. Proof of accommodation in France. I initially presented them with an email from my landlady. This would be rejected and a copy of her passport as well as her utility bill was asked for. Have those on hand to skip my delay.
14. The processing fee. This will change so check here to see the latest cost.
15. For those who want to stay more than 6 months, you must fill out the residence form. You only need to worry about the top part. The bottom comes after you’ve been approved.
16. A self-addressed prepaid EXPRESS MAIL envelope. Absolutely no UPS, Fedex, etc. Good ol’ US MAIL.
Did you do all that? Good. You’re still not done.
Now you have to make an appointment in their system. The French are not known for their amazing websites and often this link will not work, or be wonky. Be patient. Switch browsers. Keep trying. At some point you will get to the appointment system. Make an appointment. Keeping in mind that processing time can take up to one month, I would recommend that you have your appointment no later than 60 days before departure. Despite the fact that I submitted my application at perhaps the earliest possible date, I was still incredibly nervous and stressed as the back-and-forth commenced. I wouldn’t wish it on you.
I had no other business in Chicago the weekend I planned for my visa so I simply scheduled a flight up for Friday morning (my appointment was at noon) and a flight back Sunday morning. I got a rental car so that I would be in complete control of my destiny on Friday. Didn’t want to take any chances.
I had all my paperwork together. Now I had to have my in-person interview. Don’t let the word “interview” fool you. All you are doing is dropping off forms, giving them money, and smiling for the camera. It’s all very routine. I imagined I would be asked all kinds of questions about what I would do in France. I wasn’t.
I got to Chicago around 9am that Friday morning and drove immediately to the consulate. It’s located in an office building but it’s accessible only by a secured elevator. You can only enter the secured elevator with one of these
Half worried that for some reason my appointment wouldn’t show up in the system, waves of relief washed over me when the receptionist handed this to me. I then went to have breakfast, came back, and dropped off my forms.
It couldn’t be 100% smooth sailing, for sure. At the interview was where I was asked for proof of insurance – I had simply provided them with a photocopy of my American insurance card. I had also originally simply brought a letter from the President of my Bank attesting to the readiness of my funds and my good record there. They wanted statements.
As soon as I got back to Kansas City I got the insurance policy and the bank statements. Not enough. They wanted my savings account statements for the entire year. Sent. Now they wanted a photocopy of my landlady’s passport and her utility bill. I reached out to her (Que Dieu vous bénisse, Carole!) and she was very quick at getting this to them.
The interval was total agony. During the one month in which I was sending them (via email scans) all that they asked for, I kept thinking, “All of this to be denied?” It was totally unpalatable. Because, let me explain how this would go down if I got denied.
I would only be eligible for the standard tourist visa, which anyone entering France is usually eligible for. You may stay in France – or any of the 26 countries – for three months, but then you have to leave the Schengen Zone (the European Union save for the UK) for at least 3 months, before you can return to restart with another tourist visa. This would kill my plans for travel, ruin my mobility, and most of all, have wasted all the time I spent applying for the long-term stay visa above.
The final week before I got my visa I was visibly stressed to my colleagues and friends. I had made plans and already made major decisions (and the money that goes along with that) as part of the preparation process and the fact that I might be denied really weighed on me. So my advice, dear readers – don’t let it stress you out! I had applied 90 days out and as much as the French like to take their time and make sure everything is just so, they didn’t want to hang on to my passport unnecessarily long, either.
One of my colleagues texted me when an Express Mail package arrived from the French Consulate. I called immediately. “Open it,” I told her breathlessly. I just wanted to know, Yes or No. I just wanted it to be over.
I heard the package rip. She opened it up. “There’s a visa in here, Stephen.” Despite the fact that I have no problem screaming whenever my soccer team scores a goal, I was in a public place when I was on the call so all I could do was pump my fist in the air. “Thank you thank you thank you,” I told her. “I’ll be by soon.” I said a brief prayer of thanksgiving, and then headed in to the office to see it myself:
Even now staring it I get happy (note my incredibly non-happy/very French expression). I think of all the documents and diplomas I’ve received in my life and they always seemed to be at the end of an arduous journey. But this document, this was an authorization to change my life. The difficulties and stress in obtaining it melted away in the endless possibilities the next year would present me with.
It’s said that the American Dream is owning your own home. I’ve never understood how paying $100,000 in interest to a bank over 30 years on top of whatever you paid for a home was a dream. My American Dream? Living the life I want, on my terms. This visa cleared any final obstacle to that beginning.