Vienna, it's a beautiful city full of it's friendly people , who look most like any others, cept they either have the Austrian alps influence, hearty and pretty hairy, or the soft flowing Danube, viennese influence, pretty as a post card, handsome as an alpha wolf, BUT!!!! WTF is this smoking like a chimney all about!
The thing that grabs my short hairs is their absolute guilt-less attitude in this nasty and 'get away from me' habit. 
I would sit at an outdoor cafe along a street where everyone walks to see something, and next to me could be  the loveliest middle aged gent or lady, dressed politely and out of nowhere the smoke would be over my table. Egads, austrians, can't you be satisfied with Ur hills 'are alive' beauty, Mozart and Strauss filling the soft breezes coming from those same mountains on which  Julie twirled and twirled? And not smoke?  At least not smoke around me, mr. P!