Provincial and Municipal Laws On Smoking
In 2003, according to national sources, 75% of the Argentine provinces had some form of smoke-free legislation. Either in addition to or in the absence of provincial laws, many municipalities have local regulations to the same effect. Fines might be established for trespassers (tobacco companies, businesses and private individuals). The actual application of this legislation varies considerably.
- In Santa Fe it is forbidden to smoke in enclosed public spaces (offices, restaurants) and to sell tobacco to minors. (Provincial Law 12432)
- In La Rioja and Chubut it is forbidden to smoke in enclosed spaces and in public offices.
- In Mendoza there are also "smoke-free spaces" in schools, hospitals and other public buildings.
- In Córdoba (Provincial Law 9113, Córdoba Municipal Order 11039) and Tucumán (Provincial Law 7575), smoking bans for public places are in effect since mid-2006.
- In Buenos Aires City it is forbidden to smoke in government offices and (since October 2006) in all public enclosed spaces, except in businesses of more than 100 m² where smoking areas have been set up. (Law 1799)
- Chaco, Neuquén, Tierra del Fuego and Salta have similar laws, though they are not always respected or enforced.
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