‘Not many people know this’: Here’s the maximum amount of cash you can keep at home

Ouadie Rhabbouron

 

The famous €10,000 threshold: myth or reality?

The €10,000 threshold is widely circulated, and for good reason: a European regulation will come into force in 2027. However, it doesn’t apply to cash kept at home, but rather to a limit on cash payments. Above this amount, it will no longer be possible to pay for purchases in the European Union with cash.

The goal is clear: to increase transparency and reduce fraud in certain high-value transactions. For French citizens, the impact will remain limited, as France already applies strict regulations regarding cash payments.

Payments, Limits, and Mandatory Written Documentation: The Rules You Need to Know
In practice, the law primarily regulates the use of cash, not its storage. Here are the important thresholds to keep in mind, in logical order:

The maximum cash payment amount for professionals in France is €1,000. For payments of €1,500 or more between individuals, it is strongly recommended to enter into a written agreement to retain proof of the transaction.

The maximum cash payment amount in the European Union is €10,000 from 2027.

In other words, you can keep more cash at home, but you won’t always be able to use it freely.

Why Keeping Cash at Home Still Provides Such a Sense of Security
Despite the widespread use of bank cards and digital payments, cash still holds a special place. The European Central Bank calls it a “contingency plan” in a highly digital, but not foolproof, system.

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