On Thursday, September 12th, after a nice continental breakfast on the terrace of Terra Satis, a nearby hip winebar (courtesy of Arco del Lauro), we were picked up by a black Mercedes and driven to the airport, where we caught our Aer Lingus flight to Dublin.
In Dublin, our hotel was the Kingfisher Townhouse, above a restaurant on Parnell Street, near the O'Connell Street stop for the 747 Airlink airport bus.
We did a roundabout walk, by way of the river and past the Fish Shop, the restaurant where we had our later reservation, to the Cobblestone pub, reputed to be the best place to here traditional Irish music. It was jam-packed with people, most of them talking loudly at the long bar, rather than listening to the changing group of musicians, anchored by a pair of sisters on the fiddle, in the window. We got our drinks and stood near the players, listening for around an hour-and-a-half.
We then walked to the Fish Shop and had a wonderful seafood dinner--Mary Joy's favorite meal of the whole trip.
The next morning, we had breakfast at Queen of Tarts, then caught the 747 bus to the airport. Our flight home was very late (Mary Joy is not fond of Aer Lingus, due to timeliness and cleanliness issues), but otherwise uneventful.
In Dublin, our hotel was the Kingfisher Townhouse, above a restaurant on Parnell Street, near the O'Connell Street stop for the 747 Airlink airport bus.
We did a roundabout walk, by way of the river and past the Fish Shop, the restaurant where we had our later reservation, to the Cobblestone pub, reputed to be the best place to here traditional Irish music. It was jam-packed with people, most of them talking loudly at the long bar, rather than listening to the changing group of musicians, anchored by a pair of sisters on the fiddle, in the window. We got our drinks and stood near the players, listening for around an hour-and-a-half.
We then walked to the Fish Shop and had a wonderful seafood dinner--Mary Joy's favorite meal of the whole trip.
The next morning, we had breakfast at Queen of Tarts, then caught the 747 bus to the airport. Our flight home was very late (Mary Joy is not fond of Aer Lingus, due to timeliness and cleanliness issues), but otherwise uneventful.
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