In a way I am regretting my coin toss in Paris that sent me northward. What has it revealed? Awful accommodations, hair lice, great breakfasts, great beer, fish and chips in newspaper and more or less friendly people. But the air and the smells are different than southern Europe. Dublin is a cold city inContinue reading ““Travels to a Different Time” :9August1972: Thoughts on Dublin: Bloody Remains of Blown Up Terrorist, Rubber Bullets and Screaming Mob: Welcome to Northern Ireland”
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