From a story in the New York Times about the St. Cono Day procession in a Brooklyn neighborhood now overrun by hipsters.

As a little more than 100 people and a brass band accompanied the saint’s statue through the neighborhood, onlookers were sparse. Younger residents in cafes barely looked up, or stopped to take a picture, but nothing more. There used to be small altars honoring the saint set up in front of old houses. Now, entire families in new condos stood behind their windows and looked curiously down onto the street.

The sight of the police’s closing off Graham Avenue to traffic piqued Chris Tocco’s curiosity. The procession itself was puzzling.

“It was a tiny parade, and they shut down Graham Avenue?” said Mr. Tocco, 26, an actor. “There was one float and a horrible marching band. It was very ironic. The Latino parades are more festive.”

Two young people standing on the sidewalk looked a little puzzled after one of the faithful sold them a prayer card featuring the saint. “It seems very old school,” said one of the onlookers, Jon McGrath, 27. “It’s kind of like a vestige of the old neighborhoods of Brooklyn.”

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Which is not to say the newcomers do not relate to saints, just in a different way. Inside an old storefront, Jack Szarapka was going over preparations for a juice bar he was about to open. In one window, a statute of St. Francis Xavier towered over a patch of wheatgrass.

The statue, he said, was owned by his landlord and business partner, who grew up in the area. They had hauled it down from a stairwell and put it in the window. They might — or not — name the place the Saint Francis Xavier Juice Bar. “We have a collection of odd things in here,” he said. “This is another odd thing. We have bottles for a lamp fixture, found objects.”

Ironic? Sigh.

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