Dublin yesterday was pretty good. I took Maddie to the Queen of Tarts. That place is awesome. My favorite cafe in Dublin for sure.
We went to the wax museum. I wasn't really into it at first just because I thought it would be a bunch of famous people all in a room and that's boring. But we got in there and most of the thing is about Irish history. And I think Irish history is just fascinating. Heaps better than American history. But yeah, all the leaders I've read about it or just heard about in classes now have faces. St.Patrick always looks different. And they didn't have a real one of Oliver Cromwell, but that's understandable. Just for fun they have a horror room. It's pretty nasty shit. And some stuff moves. I wouldn't stand a haunted house. The other floors were people from TV and kids movies and books and then Irish athletes and then the famous people. There really weren't that many.
Then we were on the search for live music. Up to Grafton Street. We watched a couple of the buskers--there was this group of 5 guys that were really good. They were playing lots of blues charts and some rock stuff, but it was all about the two guitar players who would solo. There was a singer but he wasn't that great. He didn't sing much though so it was alright. There were another couple of lads on the steps of the national bank who were really good too. At least one of the singers was.
By then it was proper pub time so we wandered into Temple Bar. We ended up at the Storehouse Bar and it was fuckin awesome. They have Trad every night and we heard this guy on guitar and a girl on fiddle. That was it but it was amazing. Fiddle has got to be one of the most impressive instruments. But even the guy on guitar was amazing. He was strumming all these crazy rhythms and changing capos for every tune in a medley. Just so cool.
Since it was Sunday there weren't any night buses so I left at 9ish. Sunset. It was beautiful.
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