With that in mind, this old, scarred veteran of more than a few riots in L.A. only has this to add -- don't ignore the cloth advice! Listen to Metatone! Wait, that's not adding anything, it's nagging... sorry. Okay, take a bottle of water if you can, both to flush your eyes (contacts can only do so much) or to wet the cloth with and breathe through.
Also, if there's a chance you might end up in jail, write an emergency phone number on your forearm in ink. It's difficult to remember numbers in these situations, even if you know them well. One last thing -- BE CAREFUL! I'll look forward to seeing your photos. Let us know when you're back safe! Maybe we can eventually make language a complete impediment to understanding. -Hobbes
Alex: "Mais où est la plage, s'il vous plaît?"
CRS: "Sous les pavés, connard!"
"Where is the beach, please?" "Under the paving-stones, asshole!"
(Allusion to May '68 slogan, "Sous les pavés, la plage": "Under the paving-stones, the beach", allusion in its turn to the expanses of sand found beneath the paving-stones prised up to be used as missiles, er, paperweights).
(I'd like to draw this scene, but I'm not Cabu).
