Comment est-ce qu’on sait qu’on habite en France?

Nothing says I live in France more than this, in my opinion:

A little green square of paper on my windscreen

It is our proof of insurance. I followed the instructions and stuck it on my pare-brise. And now I feel like we have truly arrived.

I followed these instructions

And then I went from this green square:

This reminds me of something

To this one.

Ah yes, that.

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