I struck out on my own because everyone else is puny. It is now 8:45pm and I am back and pooped out. It won't be dark for over an hour. Music in most of these pubs starts at 9:30 - and they always add "-ish." Grandpa here can't cut it. Hmmm - I may know someone else like that. Initials are "father of Charlie." Maybe if I nap tomorrow?
If you didn't already know, all signs here are in a minimum of two languages.
I browsed in a few stores, found a laundromat for tomorrow, had a Black and Tan and a half dozen raw oysters out of Dingle Bay. Had awesome ice cream at Murphy's. (http://www.murphysicecream.ie)
Shopped for clothes as well. In fact, I had serious "lust in my heart" (a 1970's misquoted reference, chilluns - look it up) for a locally made Aran twead jacket. As I caressed the sleeve, I found the price tag. I immediately moved to lust for it from aross the room.
Walked the marina. This guy was trying to move his watercraft. The air is 50, I'm in a jacket, and the water temp is 52 (yes, I looked it up.). This guy is barefooted and in the water.
Dingle is a seafood haven. In fact, if we make it, we have reservations tomorrow for lunch at Out of the Blue. From their website:
Everything depends upon the catch of the day and nothing but the best will do. If there’s no fish, the restaurant doesn’t open.
The menu, given on blackboards, changes every day offering a huge variety of whatever is available from the boats that morning.
Anyone who is lucky enough to get a table in this small casual restaurant can expect seriously delicious seafood cookery.
One finds a few boats here. In various stages of creation.
One can also find a pub or two in Dingle. In every block of the downtown. This being the holiday weekend, I think we may find a keg or two more in the alley tomorrow.
This is something I did not expect to see on the main drag:
It is now bedtime. Catch you tomorrow.
Hey to Charlie!






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