Brother Matt, K&I commenced the day with a trip to the Epic Museum where the story of Irish emigration throughout the world and the impact that this diaspora has made on history. The interactive museum was very much worth the price of admission with surprising insights, more than just an Irish Pub in every nook and cranny around the globe. Afterwards, our attempts to find a spot to view the parade proved fruitless, and we found ourselves on the wrong side of the route trapped until the end. Eventually we were able to get across O’Connell street and made our way through throngs of humanity to the oldest pub in Ireland, the Brazen Head (with more than a few brazen hussies on full display). Tipped a few pints before queuing up the stairs to the food service area (no beer served) where we enjoyed a very promptly delivered classic pub lunch.
Our niece Rebecca who is studying at Dublin City College joined us for her first half pint of Guinness once we moved back downstairs. We then strolled through the increasingly vociferous crowds on our own self guided tour of the historic churches of Dublin while Brother Matt retraced his steps in search of a favoured Gastro-Pub near the Temple Bar. Alas, no food service on this day of Irish revelry. Bex had reached her limit and departed to hop on a bus homeward with depleted phone battery. No sooner than she had headed north than we discovered a different Gastro-Pub that was serving food, the Davey Byrne and quickly got a table and “upscale” pub grub. With the increasingly large and exuberant crowds growing moreso, we chose the senior’s option of heading back to the hotel where we sheepishly passed by a gang of privateers in the lobby bar scheming their next assault on the Temple Bar.
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