

In Dublin's fair city... where the girls are so pretty... Of course one is going to see sweet Molly Malone... but which one?

















It is said that a Scottish giant and an Irish giant built a huge bridge in order to meet each other in battle which became a duel of minds. The Scottish giant lost and returned to his country, tearing up the bridge as he went and this is all that remains. Of course it could be a lot of blarney, but those giants must have been awfully good at cutting stone..
In a little churchyard in Drumcliffe, the poet William Butler Yeats is buried. There is an ancient Celtic cross just outside the churchyard and the doors to the church have been ornamented with swans, which might be a reference to Wild Swans at Coole, 
The famous pottery at Belleek made a fascinating place to visit and a most temptatious place to spend money! No photography was allowed in the factory except for the justly celebrated basket and floral section where exquisitely detailed works were being created. Here are some of the baskets waiting for additions from the field of shamrock.
Our guide and one of the artisans who drew the short straw and was part of the token staff present in the factory on weekends to ensure that tour groups like us could see how things are done. Poor chap, toiling away fuelled by 7-Up and Nurofen... but still doing amazing work. Some archive pieces show how the fine china looks after firing, painting and glazing.

A heartbreaking monument to the children of the famine. The journey has been dotted with so many sad crosses marking mass graves of those who perished in the Hunger.







