Last night’s annual Synge Street street feast.
The Euro final, an adorable little dog and the friendliest neighbours in Dublin 8.
We wish we lived there.
(Pix: Oisín Kane)
Rachel Ball writes:
With the recent spate of complaints about bald Brunches… Since when does the chocolate not go all the way down the middle of a Feast? (see pic, attached) My colleague assures me it’s been commonplace for ‘years’. All that nibbling the ice cream off the outside wasted.