We are in Dublin. Yay! But we must be some of the tamest tourists in this vibrant party city ever. The boy, surprisingly fragrant from a week at Scout camp, is quite tired after a week of heavy socialising until beyond midnight. But I knew that that would be the case so had planned just the merest taster of our environs. Here's Molly Malone. She's quite close to the hotel. We thought that the patina on her breastie dumplings meant that there has been some handling!
So we had morning and afternoon strolls that took in a few too many comic book stores for my liking. I've never seen so many pubs. Not grotty dives either with music blaring out but the type that look like I'd really love them. Here's the one opposite our hotel, a fine example. With the window open last night I could have almost have been in this bar or the one below I mean that in a good way. No blaring music. Just the sound of many people enjoying the craic.
All that alcohol must take its toll. 'I woke up and I didn't know where the f**k I was.' said a heavily accented Irishman. Louis has been impersonating him ever since we overheard this. And before we left the airport we'd heard a 'Top of the morning to ye'. It is like being on the set of The Commitments. There were shire horses and traps on O'Connell Street too.
I haven't take many pictures to be honest. A morning stroll might sort that out. But I was taken by this makeover of a '60s hotel.
Here's the boy on Temple Bar where we walked amongst good natured pissed people. I wonder if it gets lairier as the evening progress. Louis is very fond of the cow neckerchief that he got from the Jamboree. It looks like it might be a permanent fixture for the holiday.
And another one of the boy. Exploring the food culture has been on hold too but I have discovered that the hotdogs from Five Guys are a revelation!
Dublin is a city that we've both agreed is a pretty cool place. We've barely scratched the surface so will be back!