Yesterday I called the Honorary Consul in Montpellier and left a message explaining the situation regarding T's lost passport. Something niggled inside so as a backup I called the British Consulate in Marseilles and asked if the Montpellier consulate was open. No, came the reply, he's on holiday. Just as well I called Marseilles because we'd still be waiting for the return phone call.
Anyway, Pascale Gautier at the consulate was kindness personified, no doubt having assisted many lost souls in the past, and explained that as long as she could find you on the 'system', and subject to 74 euros and a couple of photos, she could provide a one journey document that would get T back to the UK.
The trip to Marseilles is not my favourite and even less so because we were given directions down the A55. Literally a stinking journey as we passed all the petrochemical works. The cross town trip to Avenue du Prado wasn't easy either but we found the consulate without too much difficulty. Five hours of my life wasted but what the hell.
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