I very much enjoyed the fact that my very first taste of New York was Grand Central Station, which is rather more elegant than any of the London Stations (though I like those as well; they are grand in a slightly more gritty way).
I did the full geek bit for these two pictures; set up my teeny tripod on a marble balustrade, set the camera on timer so that I wouldn't shake it when pressing the button, and snapped with no flash. I rather like the way that one or two people have blurred a bit...
In any case, this was a 'slow build'; we started of with just a few, and more people kept dropping in as the evening wore on. I sat next to a very good lady bodhran player.
This nasty picture is the best I could manage with my mobile phone in the 'Oliver St. John Gogarty' pub in Dublin. Irritating banter from the guitar player, but some sublime music all the rest. This after two pints of Guinness and a curry (we took pity on Michael, ex-patriate Englishman living in Florida, who was lusting after curry, and didn't make him eat Irish stew) made for a good evening out.
'Breakneck Creek'The lead singer also played Mandolin, whistle and uilleann pipes. We went for a walk along the shoreline, then bought burritos and nachos from the same stall we'd got them from years ago when we went to Old Sarum (for free). Janice got a pound off as a 'regular customer'.
