coffee n cigarettes

Saturday morn I usually drink coffee. The cigarette comes after, by the window overlooking Parnell street, Dublin. While I was waiting for the coffee, I looked out the window, saw the line of police at the end of the street and grabbed a camera off my obliging flatmate.
Before I left the apartment, with my pjs still on under my pants, I planted a camouflage sun-hat firmly on my head.
I spent a stretch of maybe six hours running around Dublin, northside and southside taking snaps.
It was a crazy experience I'll tell ye.