Saturday, January 09, 2010

No Smoking

It's this kind of thing that gives smoking a good name. I was waiting outside a bakery in St √Čtienne (Shelley and Anne were inside, working their French to buy us some delicious treats) when an old man toddled up to the door smoking his pipe.

I could feel his pain. It went something like this:

Smoking outside ... pastries inside ... smoking outside ... pastries inside ...

So he rested his pipe on the ledge outside and trotted on in - a perfect balance of smoking and pastry life.

2 comments:

bitingmidge said...

I hope you told him it was no good buying anything in the shop. He wouldn't be able to taste anything anyway!

(This was a completely unbiased view from a person who has a completely open mind about the benefits of smoking.)

Sweet Olive Press | Helen said...

This is very, very perfect.


I hate smoking, but I do love sitting near an old man smoking a pipe. Go figure....