The contrasts between Killarney and Dublin are enormous. And, last night around midnight, this hotel room in Dublin is not where I wanted to be. All I could hear were cars and trucks and sirens. And mad revellers celebrating noisily - right under my window.
I wanted to hear the comforting clip-clop pf horse as the jaunting cars began their day...
I longed for the fields...
The sounds of the sea...
and the wind...
But, for now, I have Dublin. A big city. Never quiet.
Except on Sunday morning.
3 comments:
I hear ya! I've been listening to an air condtioner that never stops. (not that I want it to!)
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Like always, your photos are lovely. I've enjoyed your holiday abroad immensely. I hope your Sunday stays on the quiet side, but somehow, I think those revelers will be right back at it soon.
Oh, yes. Dublin won the football game today. There's a Bruce Springsteen concert tonight. And an open air rock concert tonight. Lots of celebrating tonight!
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