WEDNESDAY 
DUBLIN

Nothing special about Anne Street.
The Fusilier's Arch at the corner of St. Stephen's Green.
In Irish Gaelic, it is Faiche Stiabhna.
The park opened in 1664.
Some storefronts along South Great George's Street.
Inside the building is George's Street Arcade. It's kind of like the Arcade in downtown Nashville but a little smaller.
Wicklow Street. Again, not much to see here. I just kind of like the buildings.
Believe it or not, you can get Tim Hortons doughnuts in Ireland. The Spar convenience stores carry them. Mmm, good. I had a Boston cream doughnut.
This is a recruitment poster for the Fianna Eireann, an Irish republican youth organization. It is also on the list of terrorist groups in the UK. Come on, how bad can they be? They have a fife and drum marching band.
In Dublin's fair city,
Where the girls are so pretty,
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone,
As she wheeled her wheel-barrow,
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!"

Man, Molly's got some bigguns.
St. Patrick's Cathedral was completed in 1191. I'm sure most of it is newer than that. At least the 13th century.
Somewhere in this park was a well where St. Patrick himself baptized local pagan converts.
The building isn't here anymore, but about 100 feet northwest of this spot was the house where Jonathan Swift was born on November 30, 1667.
Apparently this pub, the Bleeding Horse, first opened its doors in 1649. That's a lot of pints.
Last on our tour of Irish literary greats, this was the house where George Bernard Shaw was born on July 26, 1856.
The old Jameson Distillery.
I didn't want to pay the €13.50 to take the tour. I don't even like whiskey. But the common space in the building was kind of old looking.
In fact these brick circles beneath the current floor supported the original wooden vessels where the fermentation process of whiskey making took place.
I hadn't the slightest idea what this, the King's Inns, was when I passed it. It was just on the map on the way back to the B&B. It turns out that the Honorable Society of King's Inns controls the entry of barristers into the Irish justice system. The society was created in 1541.
Wanna lease a church?
Dinner time at Kavanagh's Temple pub. I had a big beef and Guinness cassarole.
Oh, and a nice pint of Bulmers cider.
Once again, if newspapers over here had Page 3 girls, I think it might help boost circulation numbers. Well, they would at least boost something. So as not to be too explicit, I have covered up her nice little nipular areas with big ugly black blocks.

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