RAINY DAY IN DUBLIN

The Ha'penny Bridge in Dublin.
Lots of umbrellas because there is lots of rain!

My sister Mary drove over to see us before we leave tomorrow.
We had a great chat with her about her family and our family. She brought some books for Rich to read to develop his spiritual side.

After Mary got called back home we started to make the move to go into town for last minute shopping. It was dark and overcast but at that point it wasn't raining. It had rained all night, a steady lashing against the Velux.

We rooted around trying to find something for Helen. Both she and Timmy have been very generous in putting up with us for the past week. We went to several of the big stores trying to find something that we thought Helen would like. In the end, after much discussion, we concluded that Helen likes to host people in her formal dining room so we got her some things that will she can enjoy as a hostess.

After our shopping we split up. Rich wanted to see the "Impressionists at home" show at the National Gallery. I wanted to see the W.B. Yeats exhibit at the National Library. We agreed to meet back at the Alliance Française for coffee, since that was halfway between the two museums.
I started walking towards the National Library but saw a sign for another exhibit in an annexe building. The exhibit, "Strangers to Citizens", was about the Irish in Europe between 1600 and 1800. As I came out of the exhibit I met Rich coming from the main library building. His exhibit had come to the end of its run and the other part of the museum is closed on Mondays.
I continued on to the Yeats show. I had seen it last year when I came through Dublin but it was really nice to experience the readings of Yeats' poetry by various people. My favorite was Ulick O'Connor who seemed to be reading from memory. I didn't like Sinead O'Connor's contributions. Yeats himself read "The Lake Isle of Innisfree".
After that I went to meet Rich. We walked over to TempleBar to find an internet cafe to print our boarding passes for the flight home. When we finished it was pouring rain. We ran to the bus stop and took shelter while we waited. Our last day in Dublin was not a complete washout but it certainly was a wet one.