Easter Sunday Brunch

I saw this fine gent waiting in line for his coffee at Cafe du Soleil on Easter Sunday morning.  Yes, that is indeed a hooka conspicuously poking out of the top and sides of his backpack.  Back in the small mid-western town I'm from no one would attempt an act as brazen as this unless the hooka was 100% new and unused, and even then it was pretty much understood that they were asking for the cops to confront them.

Yet, in this beautiful city that I now call home, sights like this aren't all that uncommon, not to mention this individual may very well be a fine contributing member of the community with his very own legit medicinal prescriptions.