This afternoon/evening.
Scenes around heat-shimmered South William Street (pics1-3, 6-8) and Stephen’s Green (pics 4-5).
The sun has got his hat on again.
Dumb, fickle orb.
Pics; Rollingnews.ie
Meanwhile…
Yikes.
Barry Sweeney writes:
Let it be sunny…
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The New Ireland that the Pope’s children have created is a bit of a freak show. The world does not revolve around “South William Street”. If you think it does, you really need to read some books (preferably not in a South William Street cafe) or go on a holiday. It’s like the Celtic Tiger has come back as an aging/dingy/grungy/hipster drunk, as opposed to a hopeful/ethusiastic/hard-working drunk.
Middle age on fleek.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=1fXlMWNEDV0
You sound like you’ve really had a miserable last two decades.
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It all went downhill after Dicky Rock.
But they do all dress like my 5 year old nephew.
The Popes Children are in debt, the Popes Teenagers….. might have something to do with it
I hope those embracing couples are embracing the people they are supposed to. Seriously though isnt there an unwritten rule about not putting photos of couples in the press unless you are sure they are a couple?
Was just thinking the very same thing, hope none of those are going offside.
Ah ye auld cynic
To be fair, if you were worried about being snared with someone you’re not supposed to be with, you’d hardly be in an embrace on the benches in the middle of Stephens Green on a hot day in Summer now, would you?
Walk past it every day, even went in yesterday but I’ve never sat outside Clement & Pekoe; it seems like you’re “on display”, all pointed out onto the street without so much as a table to hide behind.
Which may perhaps be the very reason people do it.
It’s a nice spot, and it gets the sun, quit yo jibber jabber
But could you imagine the self important bull they are spouting between themselves.
Comedy gold.
Or maybe just Dutch Gold.
oh the insecurities, most people just sit there drinking coffee looking at the plebs go by, secretly judging you.
Bit bizarre to see people sunning themselves on a towel in St. Stephen’s Green when its 12 degrees at 7 in the evening.
Professional pissheads?
Leave the un-sunned Dubs alone!! Twas a beautiful evening and a rare event.