My flight from Boston to Dublin was on an airplane named St. Patrick. Good omen.
Monday, we went to St. Patrick’s Cathedral, which is, interestingly, a Church of Ireland church.
Tuesday, we went to the Christchurch, where we met the two most famous residents.
Wednesday, we went to the James Joyce Center.
We also went to see the Book of Kells at Trinity College. We weren’t allowed to take pictures of the book itself, but I snapped a picture of some guy names Whiteside (which was also the name of the ship on which our father served during World War II).
And that was the first few days.