That explains it. I have seen Parisians eating lunch in a cafe with a fork in one hand and a cigarette in the other (?) I think the Parisians, just as the Venetians, are just so sick of tourists and would like to have their city to themselves for a while. Both are so terribly overrun.
Thank you, Alex. That event was such a mystery to me. I admit there are so many things I have not understood on the road, but rather I have just been a witness...
Look quick or you'll miss it. Trains for college were twice a day. Miss one, yer doomed. I thought London trains would be the same. I had questions for the ticket seller and felt awful being in the way of the regular travelers. I'd step aside and let them get their tickets and get back to the window. After a couple of these back n forthies, I found out their trains run every FIVE MINUTES!!! Boy did I feel like a dumb tourist. I can't remember where I was going or what I was asking. Blocked the whole thing right out of my mind. Flatlander.
What a funny sight that must have been! It must have been a smoky ride for the rest of the journey.
Well, no. I think they were maybe "investing" in those cigarettes for resale. Hah! Not sure.
Aha. I hadn't thought of that! Entrepreneurs!
Good one!
Thanks, sweetheart!
Haha. Sometimes you just have to shrug your shoulders.
What are ya gonna do? Certainly not the only mystery I encountered on the road. It is half the fun.
In recognize some of those brands from my smoking days. The Players Navy Cut were unfiltered and harsh, but not as harsh as those Gauloises.
Some of those cigarettes were really smelly! What were they using for tobacco?
I don’t know how the French could smoke them. No wonder the Parisians were in such a bad mood.
That explains it. I have seen Parisians eating lunch in a cafe with a fork in one hand and a cigarette in the other (?) I think the Parisians, just as the Venetians, are just so sick of tourists and would like to have their city to themselves for a while. Both are so terribly overrun.
Oh yeah! Kinda like crossing the state line for booze, or going to Wyoming for the fireworks. : )
Yes, James. I am pretty sure you are on the right track.
Delightful! "Not all of life’s mysteries are solved" --nor should they be! What's the fun in that?
Exactly! If I didn't want mystery, I might as well have stayed home.
I've been to Salerno! But, alas, did encounter no tobacco raiders. :) Great vignette, Sharron.
Thank you, Alex. That event was such a mystery to me. I admit there are so many things I have not understood on the road, but rather I have just been a witness...
Indeed. Observe, witness, record and write, the hallmark of the curious mind!
Thank you, Alexander, for riding along.
Look quick or you'll miss it. Trains for college were twice a day. Miss one, yer doomed. I thought London trains would be the same. I had questions for the ticket seller and felt awful being in the way of the regular travelers. I'd step aside and let them get their tickets and get back to the window. After a couple of these back n forthies, I found out their trains run every FIVE MINUTES!!! Boy did I feel like a dumb tourist. I can't remember where I was going or what I was asking. Blocked the whole thing right out of my mind. Flatlander.
Pretty funny story! Every five minutes. Hah!
Gosh - I'd love to know what that was all about - colour me intrigued, Sharron!!!
Ah, well, another mystery. I am afraid much of life remains a mystery to me. I don't mind it. I ADORED your home story reprise today. Comments soon
I'm always up for a mystery! And thank you so much! 😘