A brief sojourn to Ireland for Bloomsday and a pint.
We took Rick Stein's advice and had lunch at Agen Railway Station en route.
On Saturday we took a Joycean walk around the heart of the hibernian metropolis. We had as a guide a young lady from Alaska, most un-Palinesque tho.
On Sunday we took a trip to Johnny Foxes, which must be the archetype of all Irish theme pubs. Note the number plate on the limo!
We finally got to the point of the exercise - assorted Dubliners and others reading the dirty bits (and some of the clean bits) out of that scandalous book Ulysses. But this guy was singing.