Dublin in September

So after a VERY rainy summer here in Belgium, I headed over to Dublin for some sun and to speak English. Well anyone knows that there is no sun in Ireland but it turns out that often English is a little scarce also. Between Goidelic and then all of the immigrants, I hardly got to speak any English.

Here is a shot of a debtor's prison that we visited. It was a horrible place and the stories the tour guide told us made it seem even worse. Many political prisoners were locked up there and
eventually executed. Even more debtors died here. Can you imagine that instead of declaring bankrupcy you'd be locked up and probably die. That would curb the credit card debt!

Here was a graphic at the prison...Pain or Pleasure. Sums it up.
OK, so here's the story... Many years ago when the queen died, the Irish were told to paint all of their front doors black. So instead they painted them other colors such as red, blue or green. Gotta love those Irish!

Here's a shot of Temple Bar- the most famous of the 100s of pubs in Dublin.

And another one. The buildings are beautiful. We went into this pub to hear traditional irish music one night. The band got up on stage, tuned their instruments, and started playing Johnny Cash. Sigh...

One of the patrons of the pub!