Cigarettes and cats
One rainy Friday evening in February I was drawn to English voices at a bar. Three young men, hatted and wrapped up, were sitting outside drinking pastis and smoking. Their breath condensed as they spoke. For the second time since moving here alone three months previously, I wanted, not to join in exactly - but to sit near and exchange a word or two with strangers. The first time had not been a success. A few days following my arrival in November, I saw a poster advertising a
