Well, at least I had the sense to put a question mark when I titled this post “The End?” of my battle with the préfecture.
Because of course it wasn’t the end. That would have been too simple.
In case you missed it, I went to the prefecture not once, not twice, but three times in order to finally get my récépissé, the piece of paper that gives me the right to stay in France until I get my carte de séjour, the official legal card. And they said something along the lines of, “Congratulations, you have shown great patience and determination in this quest and will now be awarded the golden récépissé. Come back in October for your carte de séjour (and in a year you can do it all over again! Bienvenue en France.)”
And silly me, I thought I could just come back in October and get my carte de séjour. Oh, so naive.