Registering good and proper

One of the first things you have to do when you move to Switzerland is register with the town where you live (ala Bethlehem?) so they can track you and tax you. I did this on my third morning in Baden at the town hall Stadthaus, as pictured here. Yes, cobblestone alley, archway overlooking the river valley on that very snowy morning, pretty painting on the archway of Vikings(?) Lake Zurich pirates(?!), another medieval building meticulously maintained with big heavy wooden door. You all would have laughed at me as I came up to that big door, because it swung open wide as I came up to it, inviting me in, and just like Shaggy and Scooby, I followed it around to see who had let me in, but there was no-one-there. Hee hee.
So coming from one bureaucratic culture to another, I was prepared with passport, paperwork, pictures, cash money. After much entering of info on the computer, I was at last given my receipt and official registration letter, brochures about town almost all in German, and my potassium iodide tablets from the Swiss Army with scary instructions ("In the event of a serious nuc-u-lar power plant accident where the safety tank fails, radioactive iodine may be released into the environment...Additional tablets may be purchased from dispensing pharmacies if you require them"). So, I'm now protected against nuclear accidents at any one of the three surrounding power plants. Our realtor, Mrs. Fischer, told us all about our nuclear neighbors. She had worked at one and could even tell us who built each of them -- none brought to you by Alstom!