On the fourth attempt, Omar returned to the consulate. This time, he brought a bag of mandarins from his tree in Tétouan—dried, but still sweet. He offered one to Mlle Benani.
Omar looked up at the gray sky. "Next time," he said, "you come to Paris." procuration consulat maroc en france
The mairie was another line. Another form. Another photograph. Another three-day wait. On the fourth attempt, Omar returned to the consulate