I’m sitting on my stoop, writing and smoking a cigar. I do this most evenings. Some lady walked over from Bistro Cassis, a restaurant a few doors down that has outside dining. I was nervous. Whenever someone approaches a cigar-smoker esecially from a restaurant, the outcome is rarely pleasant. Well, she commented on the “wonderful aroma” and mentioned how it is nice to smell smoke while dining on a French meal. I agree; it makes the experience more authentic (at least until recently, as Paris passed a smoking ban). She asked where I got the cigar, because she wants to pick some up for her son. Occasionally, surprises are nice.