We woke today and took the train to Dublin. Upon arriving and checking-in, we strolled a few blocks over to Grafton Street and walked down to Trinity College. After touring the beautiful campus and watching a game of cricket (without understanding what the hell was going on), we went to see the Book of Kells. That such detail and vibrant color could last some 12 centuries is truly stunning. We visited the National Gallery, which was underwhelming (the hordes of noisy 1980s-clad French teenagers didn’t help). St. Stephen’s Green, on the other hand, is perfection – the best of New York’s Central Park and Boston’s Public Garden in one. On a sunny day such as this, with the flowers in full bloom, there could be no better place to wile away part of an afternoon.
In a fit of selflessness, Claire chose Ely’s Wine Bar for dinner, and the food was fantastic. We finished off the evening at O’Donoghue’s Pub listening to traditional Irish music. Claire discussed George W. Bush with Albert, a local drunk who said that he had an “AK-45” in his bag and was ready for Bush’s order to go use it on bin Laden. Bill somehow gave some Australian ladies the impression that he had picked-up Claire in the bar, and he got an “aren’t you lucky” as we left for home together.
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