Here in smoke friendly Los Angeles (ahem), I have been able to find a couple of local coffee shops that don't mind me smoking my pipe at their outdoor sidewalk tables. One, allows smoking, the other, is a local, Armenian owned cafe--and a lot of Armenians, here in L.A. [and, I"m sure, abroad] love to smoke--cigarettes mostly, but also a lot of cigar smokers there. The cigar smokers are always interested in what tobacco I'm smoking, so, some potential converts there.
A funny thing happened yesterday, though. I was downtown (where there is always some type of filming, or photography shoot) and as I was crossing the street, smoking my pipe (an old Brebbia First bent billiard with a silver band), I overheard one of the guys at a photo shoot that was taking place on the corner, (either the guy being photographed [a bearded artist looking guy] or the photographer (another bearded artist looking guy) say, "I've got to get a pipe like that!" Which means one of two things, I might have converted him, or, he might already be a pipe smoker who just needs to add another pipe (like mine) to his collection. Either way, it was one of those L.A. moments that made me smile.