Has anyone seen Molly Malone?

In Dublin’s fair city, where girls are so pretty, I’m still waiting to set eyes on sweet Molly Malone…. It’s a quiet day today, enjoying moving at a leisurely pace before the tour starts and we begin the drinking from a fire hydrant of facts and figures. Trying to be mindful of our waistlines, Irish porridge with rhubarb made an appearance for breakfast. We stopped off at an Aran sweater store, one of many throughout the city. These sweaters are famous for being hand knit and repelling the weather. They are absolutely lovely, featuring many different colors and patterns. Judging from the deep piles in all the stores, the islanders must knit day and night to be so prolific. We’ll see how long our “ no accumulation “ philosophy holds out 🤣. Dubliners take public transportation seriously, with a series of surface trains augmented by humongous double decker green buses crisscrossing the city. While we’ve just hoofed it so far, bet we could get just about anywhere on public transit. When you walk you tend to notice the little things like real estate signs advertising offices “to let” , “sale agreed”and property for sale by private treaty. The “to let” was fairly self explanatory, and sale agreed probably signifies under contract, but private treaty for 2 properties over 5,900 sq ft each most likely does not equate to for sale by owner. Inquiring minds will just have to try the listed phone number. We closed out the afternoon at the National Museum of Ireland, where the building was as much an exhibit as the artifacts within. A dainty golden boat complete with seats and tiny oars particularly caught our attention in addition to an exhibit of ancient manuscripts and the work being done to learn more about their origin proved fascinating. Of course the Vikings got included, as they certainly got around. We wandered back to the hotel for one last jet lag inspired nap before the games begin.Читать далее