roses are red, guinness is black
Neither of us had been to Dublin before so on Friday we set about exploring. First stop, naturally, was the Guinness Storehouse. The black stuff definitely tastes better in Ireland.
We loved the craic at the Ha'penny Bridge Inn and the live band singing Molly Molone, Finegan's Wake and other clap-a-long, stamp-a-long tunes.
Then the train to Howth on Saturday, and what a beautiful sunny day it was by the sea. Colourful rusty trawlers bringing in the day's catch, seal spotting, and a long vertigo-inducing walk around the cliff path.
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