When we showed up in France, in October 1962, I was issued a French ID card.
When unfolded it is about 35 inches in length. There are several pages wherein entries can be made. I don’t know exactly what the entries are for; I don’t read French.
I was also told that this is the same “form” that the French used for their prostitutes. I don’t know. But I always felt, in the back of my mind, that I always had a ‘fall back’ position in Life – as a French hooker…