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The Feast of the Ascension in Dublin

storm 43 °F

Thursday morning it was up early to get the car back to Avis at the airport. Thankfully, the Cottage is located in the Docklands, and it’s a straight shot to the tunnel and M50 leading directly to the airport.

Dropping off the car, I had some breakfast (airport food!), then wander off looking for the shuttle into central Dublin. I got lost, and instead found the Chapel, where they have daily Mass and a quiet meditative space for travellers; so knelt and said a Rosary.

On the shuttle, I got off near Trinity, then walked to S. Patrick’s Cathedral; the National Church of Ireland. It was blustery and damp. I was in time for the 11.05 Mass (Holy Communion; this IS Ireland), and chatted with Fr Charles, the Celebrant, and a retired priest, Canon Sydney Laing. This latter showed me a flag from Queen Victoria with a blue background, contending that the ancient colour for Ireland is not green, but pale blue. Their cassocks are thus blue.

St Patrick’s being a national church, there were memorials to the fallen in all the wars, and there was a huge tourist draw. Dean Jonathan Swift, author of Gulliver’s Travels and other books of biting social satire, was Dean of the Cathedral, and is perhaps remembered more kindly in death than he was as Dean. He seemed to upset everyone.

On to the Bull and Castle, across from Christ Church Cathedral for another pub lunch, and then wandering through the Temple Bar district. I had planned to participate in the Musical Pub Crawl of trad(itional) music, and found where to go.


Then it started raining, a downpour, really, and I found the Starbucks, ordered a cappuccino, found a comfortable chair, and started writing some postcards. Though I frequent Starbucks, I don’t often lounge there, so this felt odd; but it was raining outside…

Clearing, I ventured outside, only to get caught in another squall. But during a brief interlude from the rain, I came upon James Fox’s Pipe Shop. As some of you know, I enjoy the occasional pipe, and Pederson’s pipes are made in Ireland and some of the most famous in the world. I had hoped to purchase one during my trip, so this was my opportunity. I walked out with a nice new pipe. Then the rain started again, this time in ernest.

I spotted O’Neil’s Pub, which is a huge and famous pub, and nipped inside, got a gin and tonic, and found a quiet lounge. In time, I fell into conversation with the couple across the room, who were Australians on honeymoon. Turns out he is a Police Officer and they were married in an Anglican Church north of Sydney.

The musical pub crawl was very entertaining, but also educational and informative. The crowd was huge; almost too large for us all to fit in. But Anthony on guitar and the other fellow on banjo were very, very good. When we finished at about 10PM, they were going on to a ‘session’ and invited us to join them. It was tempting, but it had been a long day, so back to the Luas Tram and Cottage I went.

Posted by stbrides 02:29 Archived in Ireland

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