Last day in ireland

On our last day in Dublin, I had planned to see all of the Cathedrals and the Dublin Castle. Well that didn't work out as planned, since both St. Patricks Cathedral and Christ Church Cathedral were closed that day. The Castle only had scheduled times you could tour it and the next one was three hours form when we got there, so we decided not to go to that. We did have a nice time just walking around and seeing the outside of them though.

St. Patricks Cathedral

view of the street outside of St. Patricks Cathedral

The plaque below says:

Near here is the reputed site of the well where St. Patrick baptized many of the local inhabitants in 5th Century

A view from the gardens out side of the Cathedral

James Joyce who wrote Ulysses, live in Dublin for many years. you can visit some of the same places he did when we lived there.

Nick and I outside of St. Patricks Cathedral

Dublin Castle which is now used as a conference center and is where Dignitaries will stay when they visit Dublin. 

Not sure what this part of the Castle is but it was across from the garden of the castle. 

Kit got me being silly.

We thought this was a nice play to take a picture.

A pub that Kit thought was funny.

St. Stephen's Green Park 

We walked down Grafton Street which is a shopping area, but also has many musician's playing. I though it was great that this guy brought out a piano to play. He was good too.

If I haven't sad before one our our favorite things about Dublin was the music. We all loved listening to the traditional Irish Music. By the last night we new a lot of the songs and could sing along with them. One song that was popular was a song about Molly Malone, who sold cockles and mussels out of a cart in Dublin. It is the unofficial anthem of Dublin. 

There is a statue up of her in Dublin and is below.

 here are the lyrics to the song:

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!"

"Alive, alive, oh,

Alive, alive, oh",

Crying "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh".

She was a fishmonger,

But sure 'twas no wonder,

For so were her father and mother before,

And they each wheeled their barrow,

Through streets broad and narrow,

Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!"

(chorus)

She died of a fever,

And no one could save her,

And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone.

Now her ghost wheels her barrow,

Through streets broad and narrow,

Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!"

(chorus)^[7]

Last Guinness' of the trip.

We had a fantastic time and we were so happy that Nick came to visit us. We loved Ireland and I think all of us would go back for sure. Thank you Nick for making the trip across the pond! Come back anytime!