Double-decker buses, and if you wanted to smoke, you went upstairs to the upper deck; single-decker buses, where if you wanted to smoke, you sat at the back.
Seats on trains and in theatres where on the back of the one in front of you was not only a little ashtray but also a match striker.
Every small town had at least one B&M tobacconist. Even our village had one.
Even households where nobody smoked kept at least one ashtray, in case someone came to call who did.
Big, ornamental table lighters, so everyone could light up around the table immediately after dinner. I still have a wedgewood one my parents owned.