Pasqua, as it was called in Italy, was not so...bunny-oriented, shall we say, as it happened to be in the States. Instead it was a more solemn event, with mass to attend, and Ezio's hometown of Florence always put on a nice parade and fireworks display.
This display literally involved blowing up an actual cart filled with fireworks, so really, he could not complain. It was certainly festive (and he would disagree that Americans were the only ones who enjoyed blowing things up).
However, he wanted to see what these celebrations were all about and he needed new books. A win-win. So, with coffee to keep him sharp, he browsed the wares and came across a woman standing alone - she looked intriguing. And was not running after a small child like many others in the store.
"For my first Easter in the States, it is not bad so far," he spoke up. Already he had selected some 'hot' new art-related releases he couldn't wait to read, and was carrying them under his arm - one on Renoir and his skill at conveying intimacy, the other on European silverware. Only an Art History professor would find that interesting, let's be honest.