Tuesday, 26 Aug 2014
We now know that . . .
Dublin has doors that are to die for.
Guinness and a Jameison-and-7
make for a fine way to close out the day.
Dublin is home to faces in trees
and faces on the sidewalk.
Flowers being sold in stalls
in the middle of the street
is a fabulous thing to happen upon.
Jeanne’s arms need to be longer,
to snap better selfies.
There are (other) people who will
paint themselves from head to toe
and pretend to be somebody else
We now know what The Liffy looks like
what a snug is.
(It’s a small, closed-off room in a pub
reserved specially for the ladies.)
(Is, too. My new best friend Deidre
told me so. I’ll introduce you to her later.)
that Liberty of London fabrics exist.
It feels and drapes like silk,
but it’s 100% cotton.
(Jeanne and her new best friend, Deidre)
We still DON’T know . . .
what these marks stamped in the Dublin sidewalk mean
or how to solve this sidewalk mystery
or what this mark on the fence means
or what this Dublin nest is home to
Why this spring-with-a-handle looking thing is embedded in the sidewalk
or the name of this tiny little church.
or (and i have no photo of this one)
what we did to make us lucky enough to attract
the attention of Don, the Irish fella
who invited himself to sit with us
then engaged us in the most interesting conversation
of the philosophical variety.
He gave me his address as he took his leave to go to work,
asking if I’d send him the book I’m currently working on.
Oh, one more thing we DO know:
This, this right here is what we had today: Gaiety.
Signing off with something we haven’t seen for eons:
(Hint: It’s a television test pattern.)
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