In Howth. These ones had just finished their final year exams at Trinity & we went to the beach for a swim and a picnic.
Oisín & Helena.
Small, wet teddy bear that appeared trembling in our circle and ate my cheese.
One of many, many Martello Towers in the area (not the Martello Tower, that’s in Sandycove near Dún Laoghaire). The terminal point of Howth is Howth Head, where Bloom proposed to Molly! This is not part of the Howth Head peninsula; it is Ireland’s Eye.
Helena & some cranes at the IMMA (Irish Modern Museum of Art).
We had a picnic of strawberries, cream, champagne, meringue, and pistachios. with Adam & Oisín.
the courtyard of the IMMA.
NCAD (National College of Art and Design) annual graduate exhibit.
Someone went through the delicate tedium of carving out all Dublin areas that were not spindly, slender street pieces.
Trinity College for Charlotte’s last-exam-toast.
Custom House Dublin – trying to hold onto any and all traces of Dublin.
I am not going to dignify that horrid SPIKE by calling it a “spire”.
Goodbye O’Connell St.
My last evening in Dublin before heading back to Cork (and moving back to the US!).
Someone has anointed Ireland with bodily grease (not I). Goodbye smear Ireland.
Waking up on my last morning in Corcaigh.
Every morning damp.
On a walk with Aoife.
The Blue Ridge Mountains … I’m not ready to be “back”!
Charlotte’s most sultry side (my parent’s backyard).
The best part of returning home.