I was stood in a queue down the fag shop yesterday. Yesterday, in France, was a national holiday. This gaff is possibly the most popular cigarette shop in Toulouse – especially when everywhere else is closed i.e during a national holiday. For the record, I bought a 20 pack of Dunhill Blue for €5.30. They weren’t for me – I don’t smoke. The bloke in front of me bought a pack of Phillip Morris. The bloke behind me spoke Spanish. It all felt like standing in line at a chemist/drug dealers. Being a smug ex-smoker I see smokers as kind of self-inflicted disabled people – they’re all a bit sad, but I’m ever grateful of a seconhand hit on a sidewalk cafe if one drifts my way. Alors… more queues here.