If you don't smoke, you're not Portuguese. It's as simple as that. All Portuguese smoke. Or it seems that way anyway.
They can still smoke in bars and restaurants and cafes in Portugal. And I must admit, being from the States, where you can't even smoke—what is it?—50 feet from the entrance of a building, it's nice, the smoke inside. And I don't even smoke. I am not Portuguese, afterall. And I know second-hand smoke is terrible for you too. But it's nice still, being in a smoke-filled cafe. It's a lost art, I say. It's enchanting, romantic. And my mind floats from past to present as I write, floats along the curls of smoke.
But it contributes to all Portuguese smoking, that, that they're allowed to smoke still in places. I do honestly believe. It's the women.
Portuguese women are beautiful. And they smoke. In the United States, you never see a beautiful woman smoking a cigarette. That we're not allowed to smoke in bars and restaurants and such, we Americans, we smoke less generally I suppose. And you can see that, that our beautiful women don't smoke. But the women here in Portugal, they are smoking.