This is a huge airport, 10th largest in the world, something like that. The attendants ride a bicycle to their assigned gate. Across from A52, where I waiting with cappuccino (I’m not in Italy yet) and croissant is the Camel Smoking Lounge. There are six people inside. They come and go, they don’t stay long; loved ones wait outside.
Fast forward. I made it with ease. I’ve wandered, eaten and napped. Enough for today.