Back to Dublin . . . .

Bill and Margaret, standing in front of St. Lawrence's Gate in Drogheda, north of Dublin.  Their family roots on the Love side trace to Drogheda. 

Downtown Drogheda

A very fine restaurant in Drogheda where the food spread (below) looked pretty tantalizing as we walked through to use the restroom.

The pedestrian bridge across the River Liffy in Dublin. 

Margaret, enjoying our leisurely and pleasant Sunday afternoon walk through Dublin. 

Annie's geocaching event attracted cachers from several countries and parts of Ireland to this hotel.  Cachers below represent Ireland and Belgium. Koen (left) a cab driver in Belgium, extended great hospitality to Annie during a visit a couple of years ago. 

Bill and Margaret on our Sunday walk. 

Colorful and cute cars here in Ireland. 

We came across a photography club setting up scenes with minis, including toy soldiers. 

Just a few of the typical scenes around Dublin. 

The simplicity attracted me. 

Typical yards and flowers along the sidewalks. 

Soccer and brews kept folks engaged at this pub where we used the restroom. 

Not all dog owners abide.

Posing at the River Liffy. 

When we visited Trinity College earlier on our trip, the 200-year-old doors were impressive.  This time plywood is providing a temporary replacement after some crazy driver rammed the doors last week. Sad.

Dermott Hayes, writer and journalist, also serves a wonderful meal at Bruxelles, near Grafton Street. 

We met the Rapshires of the Kansas City area.  They had spent time in London for their son's wedding and additional time in Italy before a one-day stop in Ireland.  Nice folks. 

This was NOT one of the sights of Dublin, but I had to post it because it's my Lily.  She's the horse, and her little friend is Quinn, the daughter of one of my former students and friends, Erica.  Erica was kind enough to snap this picture Friday and post it on my Facebook wall.  I miss Lily and all our critters.  Will see them soon. We fly out from Dublin early tomorrow. 

Remembering the hard times for the Irish.  The nation has certainly rebounded from this chapter of its history, the potato famine.  The sculptures are haunting and poignant reminders of our ancestors' struggles.