We decided not to photograph the parades, in hindsight we didn't want to get stuck in the city. I've never seen so many police in all my life. Every road into the city was blocked by the Garda and there were helicopters circling overhead. It took us over 2 hours to get out of Dublin.
While we were stuck in traffic I saw a photo that I wasn't able to take - a guy dressed like a Mongrel Mob member, complete with a German helmet, passed us… pedalling, yes pedalling a fat wheeled bicycle. What a hoot, I'm gutted we didn't catch up with him I so wanted to take his photograph.
Basically we spent the day driving to Galway but when we finally arrived in Tully Cross we couldn't believe our eyes. The cottage is new, modern and very very comfortable, we walked up the road to dine at Paddy Coyne's pub. Paddy's opened on 18/11/1811 and has gone through many iterations in its life one of which was an undertakers.
Suffice to say it is back to a very successful pub. We had a great dinner chatting with the locals and obliterated the memory of a crappy dinner at the Hairy Lemon in Dublin last night.