I'm sorry I'm two days behind. The internet is better in Dublin than Sligo, but there are more distractions. Sunday was "free" day, and everyone scattered to their own interests. I've a picture here of Shannon, Peter, Allison, and Logan at Croke Park (capacity 82,000), where we saw Cork demolish Donegal in the All-Ireland Gaelic football quarterfinals.

On Monday we went to Kilmainham, one of the solemnest places in all of Ireland: many of the martyrs of Irish nationalism were imprisoned here or executed, including fourteen of the sixteen men and women commemorated in Yeats's "Easter 1916": And what if excess of love/ Bewildered them till they died?/ I write it out in a verse--/ MacDonagh and MacBride/ And Connolly and Pearse/ Now and in time to be/ Wherever green is worn/ Are changed, changed utterly:/ A terrible beauty is born.

From the sacred to the banal: we could barely get home on the trolley because of the crush of "Dubs" headed to next quarter-final, Kerry v. Dublin. The hometown boys lost, just like last year.