irish days

day one, hour err, maybe two: ducked out of the rain and into a pub for some irish sounds and liquids. befriended a lovely lad, dubs…7 hours of chatter and many an empty glass later, I followed the cobblestone road to my bed.

dear ireland, 

you could not have made a better first impression.

thank you, kindly.

love, 

raymonda
dublin is like most european cities but smaller and with a lot of brick and more cobblestone than most (don't dare stiletto this place. seriously. you'll snap your ankle.).

photos that the rain permitted - here.  
ireland side note - never made it out of dublin. castle, trinity college, museums, cathedrals, the basics? check. the great green grounds? next round. 

highlights

live music everyday, all day (well, almost all day)

extremely friendly people (refreshing change from france, no offense frenchies)

and great whiskey (naturally)

thoughts

hot cider with brandy and a fresh crepe from the temple bar market is perfection on a chilly saturday. 

never leave home without an umbrella. the sneaky clouds roll in from nowhere for a quick shower. 

men say lovely, delightful, and brilliant a lot. they also drink tea. and cider. and it doesn't affect their confidence levels. take note, americans.

window shopping with leigh is a seriously good time. vintage to couture. and conversation.

traditional foods (full irish breakfast, shepard's pie, etc. and, well, guinness) are heavy and cooked for extra artery clogging.

i'm fairly certain they drug the grass in ireland. those brilliant shades of green are unnatural. 

gaelic football is not football nor is it football (soccer). i still need to youtube it.

sniffing snuff is like smelling vix vapor rub. 

favorite eats: avoca (top floor), queen of tarts, cornucopia, gourmet burger, the joy of coffee.