It's a long way up to that kissing stone...
(those are feet dangling above the 4th window)
The line was unusually short.
So we thought, what the heck...
This is as close as Lucky got...
...because it's a long ways down, too...
None of us really know for certain what happened between Mike and that rock...
...but, I got his sloppy seconds...
...then Pat rounded 3rd...
...need a cigarette after that...
Gene opted to stay safe and chose abstinence. As for the rest of us, we now have been blessed with the gift of gab. Let's just hope we weren't blessed with any communal diseases.
Blarney's next door neighbor has a bug...
The Marlfield Hotel was a little more like a nursing home...
...but the grounds were magnificent...
You never know who could be watching...
I was surprised at how tropical Ireland is. I had no idea...
...some European style street musicians...
...and found a toy store...
I found my favorite store...
...and was fascinated with the artistry of this fine street painter...
...as well as just the street itself...
Next stop...
Northern Ireland
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