Rock of Cashel
Castle ruin
On to Dublin where the trams run inbetween the two lanes of traffic without so much as a barrier for protection - gee would that be a safety issue in Australia!
Once settled into yet another new abode we caught a taxi to Temple Bar, only to be ever so kindly escorted by an excessively drunk youngster whose greatest task in life, at that point, was to show us around the Temple Bar area. Such a pleasant introduction! Fortunately we were rescued by a clanging of metal bar by a council worker, telling us to keep walking and the youngster to disappear - mmm how enchanting.
The vibe in Temple Bar was both mellow and electric all at the same time, with every pub playing it's own variation of life music which can't help but spill out onto the street and into the ears of strollers and passers-by, adding to the atmosphere, creating a pretty jovial street party!
We made our way to the actual Temple Bar itself for a drink and what should the first live song be, but Molly Malone - in Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty.........singing cockles and mussels alive alive oh!
Off to the next pub, The Banker for dinner and taxi to bed.
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