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Everyone in Paris smokes. EVERYONE! It is kind of bizarre for me. Think back to the movies taking place in the 1960s. That kind of smoking. First thing in the morning, mid morning smoke, of course after every meal, at intermission, before bed. Everyone seems to have a 5 year plan to quit because they don't want to be "that old person who smokes," Yet, I don't think anyone will every do this.

Sure, they have all the warnings about smoking on the packs. They even have really ugly pictures of people deformed by smoking. I think some people when in the Tabac (Tobacco shop) ask for another pack if the pictures are too gruesome. But they sure do buy them! Getting cigarettes is also a type of outing and a way some people get some fresh air. Helmut doesn't buy a carton, but goes out once a day or so to get the cigarettes.

They do have the vapor cigarettes (vapeur), those faux cigarettes that have water vapor instead of smoke. For some reason, they are not allowed to look like cigarettes like these items do in NYC, but are a bit large and have a metallic nipple-like mouthpiece. Smokers say that these look like pacifiers.

About a year ago, they banned smoking from public spaces: restaurants, metros, shops, museums. The restaurants have gotten around this because if there is an open area, you can smoke there. So, now every restaurant has an "open" area where smokers can do their thing. These areas are heated in the winter. I think they may just smash a window to create this space sometimes.

Strangely, smoking (and drinking) is lessening among the 20-30 year olds... at least for now.

My feeling about smoking has changed dramatically. When I first came to Paris, I was mortified by it all, but smoke has become part of life and I don't mind it anymore. When having a meal inside (e.g., not in the special open area), the smokers will take a break and go outside to have a smoke (or clop). I happily go with them for some air between courses.

No, you won't find me smoking any time soon, but I can stand to be in the same room with it (I have had to learn this). Strangely, I don't smell it on clothes or on breath, unless I have recently been away from it. I think we can get used to anything. My Parisienne friend Julia always offers me a cigarette when she pulls one out. It is an in-joke between us. It will never happen, but it is nice to be included.


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