Back in Dublin

Remember when we were in Dublin the first time we had left for our tour without doing any washing? Well, a week later we definitely did need to do some washing now! So on Sunday 18th Dec we finally got to do some (but not all of our washing, as we had sooo much ) – yay! On the way we walked past a park that covered with frost. So we had a walk on the crunchy grass, and I came to the sad realisation that I am now too big for slides

After dropping off the washing we went to the Leprechaun Museum. Yes, it was as corny as it sounds, but it was fun. We went on a journey that day. First we had to go through a portal that shrank us to the size of a leprechaun (1/3 human height), coming out of a fireplace into the ‘giant’s lounge/dining room’. Then we travelled through the rainbow to reach the pot o’ gold. What a pity it was out of reach! Finally we travelled through the forest and back into the real world, and the museum shop. Here’s where we got to show our artistic side. Have a look at the pictures and decide for yourself whether mum and I could ever become famous artists

We did some more walking around Dublin after collecting the washing, and took some more night shots of the city (which I can’t seem to find now…). We were heading back to our accom, when we happened to come across the statue of Molly Malone. Both of us had completely forgotten about finding her, so it was a happy coincident Here are the lyrics to the song, which explains who Molly Malone is:

In Dublin's Fair City
Where the girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
As she wheel'd her wheel barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive, alive o!

Chorus Alive, alive o!, alive, alive o!
Crying cockles and mussels alive, alive o!

She was a fishmonger
But sure 'twas no wonder
For so were her father and mother before
And they each wheel'd their barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive, alive o!

Chorus

She died of a fever
And no one could save her
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone
But her ghost wheels her barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive, alive o!

Chorus

Or click here to hear the tune. (lyrics from http://homepage.eircom.net/~seanjmurphy/irhismys/mollylyrics.htm)

The 19th December was our last morning in Dublin, so we continued our food tour, and mum had a traditional big breakfast, complete with black and white puddings.