Upon St. Patrick’s Day

St. Patrick’s Day in Dublin was always one big party. In fact, it was the one day of the year when Dublin ceased to function as a normal city, and became a toddler in a green romper suit eating Alphabetti Spaghetti Letters for the very first time – and the tomato sauce was running down the toddler’s face in a torrent.

“It’s all for the craic!” was the cry upon the streets. And it was true – they were all ‘craicers!’

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