A sad commentary on the wonderful life that was Paris. Having visited many times (although not in the last few years) I can only imagine the changes. I don't smoke now or even when I was in Paris but I loved the early morning times in a local Tabac, listening to the conversations of workers, enjoying a expresso and crossaint while smiling the aroma of the local cigarettes. Those who have never traveled an experienced Life seem to be bent on destroying the things that make it so attractive. Why cultures cannot accept those who are not "them" is beyond me. When I did smoke I had an experience of a small child snarling at me and telling his mother that I was buying a pack of cigarettes. I told the child, "Do you know what is worse than cigarettes?" I told him, "bad manners". So we have become a world of "bad manners" not accepting those who don't ascribed to our life styles.









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