Dublin Tales

In which Wendigo wanders around Dublin

It allowed me to drift from pub to bar to grub to pub, sampling a different whiskey and a different Celtic band every hour; it didn’t stop me when I wanted to walk back a block to take a picture of a tower in a corner plot, with 2 chairs and a table sitting halfway up it in mid-air; it didn’t even stop me when I agreed to go along with a plan to be anti-urban and visit the seaside all of my only remaining day in Ireland.