Touring about the museums
It's been a busy week, so we got a slow start today. We were going to go to mass but just couldn't make it.
Instead we took a taxi over to the Writer's Museum off Parnell Square. Now that was downright fascinating. I learned SO much about Irish writers I wouldn't begin to know where to start describing it all. The museum itself was made from a Gregorian mansion.
Unfortunately, there were no pictures allowed anywhere in the building. Probably due to the oil paintings, first edition copies of manuscripts sometimes hundreds of years old. Dozens and dozens of Irish writers were covered here: Yeats, Oscar Wilde, James Shaw, Sam Beckett, and Johnathan Swift just to name a few.
There was three floors to the place, but only the first two had anything to the public. The first floor contained the writers and lots of information about them, the second was a lecture hall with more about select writers (James Joyce, Swift, Yeats, and Wilde) with a fully stocked Victoria/Gregorian Library. Of all rooms that one I wanted pictures of the most.
We stopped after that for a bite to eat and to sit for a moment at a great pub called Flannigans. Great food, we ate here once already and it really is great.
By the time we got done, it was not long before everything shut down at 4:30 or 5 pm (save the pubs). So we just walked and looked for another hour or nearly so. The crowds were still thick about since the final game of the Gaelic football league was playing today. Basically Ireland's Super Bowl for their league. Gaelic football isn't soccer either. It's some odd conbination of soccer and a little basketball. One person here explained it thus: "soccer is a game made by gentlemen yet played by ruffians, rugby is a game made by ruffians but played by gentlemen, and Gaelic football is a game made by ruffians and played by ruffians."
Other than that, today was a light day. Which is a good chance to take a load off, rest and store pictures from my camera.
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Instead we took a taxi over to the Writer's Museum off Parnell Square. Now that was downright fascinating. I learned SO much about Irish writers I wouldn't begin to know where to start describing it all. The museum itself was made from a Gregorian mansion.
Unfortunately, there were no pictures allowed anywhere in the building. Probably due to the oil paintings, first edition copies of manuscripts sometimes hundreds of years old. Dozens and dozens of Irish writers were covered here: Yeats, Oscar Wilde, James Shaw, Sam Beckett, and Johnathan Swift just to name a few.
There was three floors to the place, but only the first two had anything to the public. The first floor contained the writers and lots of information about them, the second was a lecture hall with more about select writers (James Joyce, Swift, Yeats, and Wilde) with a fully stocked Victoria/Gregorian Library. Of all rooms that one I wanted pictures of the most.
We stopped after that for a bite to eat and to sit for a moment at a great pub called Flannigans. Great food, we ate here once already and it really is great.
By the time we got done, it was not long before everything shut down at 4:30 or 5 pm (save the pubs). So we just walked and looked for another hour or nearly so. The crowds were still thick about since the final game of the Gaelic football league was playing today. Basically Ireland's Super Bowl for their league. Gaelic football isn't soccer either. It's some odd conbination of soccer and a little basketball. One person here explained it thus: "soccer is a game made by gentlemen yet played by ruffians, rugby is a game made by ruffians but played by gentlemen, and Gaelic football is a game made by ruffians and played by ruffians."
Other than that, today was a light day. Which is a good chance to take a load off, rest and store pictures from my camera.
-- Post From My iPhone
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