lunch

Less exotic than it would seem. This being one of our rare quiet-ish weeks in the year (there are 3 over Christmas and sometimes one in April), a couple of colleagues and I went for lunch. Mezze and a long chat with the sun flooding in through the potted plants. Just fine, thank you.

And these nargile were just decorative. I think it probably requires years of observing & absorbing the culture and body language of the Middle Eastern cafe clientele to be able to carry off smoking one without looking faintly ridiculous. And possibly also, being male.