défense de fumer
JANUARY 11, 2008
Zis ees boolsheet!
I can't believe the French will stand for this. All my memories of Paris always include it's smokey cafes with nicotine stained ceilings.
The haze of Gitanes in the air so thick you couldn't see the clock across the room. Everybody would be smoking, even the poodle on the barstool next to me.
Got a light? New York Times Sunday Magazine
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