Tickets, Money, Passport?

Well as I write, we're waiting for the new Pope to appear on the balcony of the St Peters.
It's like Pope Idol. An unoriginal phrase, but in these modern times an appropriate one. Except we didn't vote. Our main concern on instant messenger was 'where's the smoke' we thought we'd missed it, then one by one we announced it:

Alison says:
smoke !
Adriana says:
white smoke!
Penny says:
there's the smoke!

So there you have it, the smoke, the bells, and a Pope waiting to appear before his jubilant public.... Rather strangely it's kind of exciting.