One of my father’s guilty pleasures is cigars.
He doesn’t inhale!
He needs you to know that.
However, there’s something about the atypical self-indulgence that’s terribly endearing. I remember walking along a street in Hiroshima, smelling a cigar and thinking, “Oh! I miss him so much!” When my father finally came to visit in Japan, he and I walked along the streets of another bomb-stricken city, Nagasaki, and I encouraged him to light up a stogie.
Now, for the record, in Berlin:
Ready…
Set…
And…
Ahhhh.
The Country Mice 
I too love the smell of a cigar. Ah and when I used to smoke (sigh) I was seen occasionally lighting up in Cuba. Only I enhaled. Couldn’t help myself:)
Oh well. Now I just love the smell.
Mary
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Love it!!! I bet he doesn’t inhale……so why is he always so lightheaded when he is finished with it!!! Hope you guys are enjoying Germany and make sure that the carnivores have a few snitzels for me please!!
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Lois,
Love your photos and the captions. You all seem to really be enjoying Berlin. Jim also loves cigars….claims he doesn’t inhale but I have my doubts……. Many good wishes, Gail
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