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In Dublin's fair city...

... where the girls are so pretty!

semi-overcast

Well Simon slept like a log last night... Barely stirred when I got back to the room, and didn't wake up until nearly 9am. Unfortunately I wasn't so lucky, and had a very restless sleep - kept waking up to see if he was okay!
Freeway all the way to Dublin, and the frequent appearance of the toll plaza gave us a chance to offload some of our coins. It rained most of the drive, but cleared up when we got to Dublin. Checked in at our hotel, and I was finally able to remember my travel phone number without consulting the note stored in Simon's wallet. Only took me a month!
Into the city to the Guinness Storehouse, which really should be called the Museum o' Guinness, or even GuinnessLand or something fun like that... We learnt all there is to know about the black stuff, even the six steps to pouring the perfect pint. Got to have a go ourselves, and have the certificate to prove it from the Guinness Academy!
Took the hire car back to Hertz, couldn't have been easier. Take note, Manchester Avis lady!
Then to the Molly Malone statue, also known as the Tart with the Cart, or the Trollop with the Scallop, among other things... The cockles and mussels certainly didn't look very alive, alive-ho, but I suppose they were made of bronze.
Strolled down Grafton Street - but we weren't tripping lightly along the edge, of a deep ravine where can be seen, the worth of passion's pledge... Because it isn't November, sillies! (listen to the song Raglan Road if that confuses you)
St. Stephen's Green was an oasis of calm and greenery in the middle of the city, and the ducks and swans certainly seemed fairly happy with their choice of home.
Back to the hotel with an Albanian taxi driver who had embraced the Irish ethos of being friendly to customers, and time for dinner.
After dinner we were befriended by Joan and Kathleen, two lovely ladies (think Nan and Nell with Irish accents), who promptly admired my rings, declared that we were a "lovely couple" and thought that we were "very well suited". Then the musicians turned up, and this time it was JUST like being at the Mac's on a Wednesday - except that we were in Dublin, on a Thursday. They sat around a couple of tables and played lots and lots of tunes I didn't know... But eventually found one I did - Forty Pound Float (aka Sean Ryan's Polka, aka the song Simon and I first played as a married couple). Ah familiar territory... So I was allowed to join in, and have now played real Irish music with real Irish people in Ireland. Winner! Joan and Kathleen were now my two biggest fans, and I think we'll be getting a Christmas card from them this year...
Finally time for bed - so much for an early night!! Oh well, it was worth it...

Posted by Buccas 00:03 Archived in Ireland

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