Like most things in this country - closing your bank account is easier said than done. I get it they want to keep you as a customer. But hey! I'm leaving!
When I got my account the guy said that closing it would just be signing a single piece of paper - no problem. Yesterday I went to a bank office and they said - no, you can't do it here because you have to do it in the same office where you opened your account. But you can just send them a letter - no worries.
I decide to go to the bank office to be sure it gets done. I get there at 12 - stand in line for 30 min. The sweaty stressed overweight man looks in to the screen when he asks me what I want to do and then answers, while opening mail and taking care of paper work, that I need an appointment. I get an appointment the same day, but after their three hour lunch of course. They're closed between 13-16.
So... I'm on my way over there now - again. The plan to go to Musee d'Orsay today is kind of ruined. This proved to take much longer than anticipated. And I'm not even done yet! Wish me luck!
To be continued..