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.
Darby, sorry I was not with you to enjoy a pot with you. Look forward to having one with you and Sue when you get back to Melbourne. Thank you for the card Sue.Love Aunty Jean xxxx
ReplyDeleteLooks like you were born to the Guiness Darb.
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