Dublin, Dublin
Wednesday we had a organized trip to Tara and New Grange.
We had a tireless and talented guide who explained the history of Ireland in an hour and a half journey on the bus. Too bad we do not have an academic understanding. After I had sufficiently depressed ten years of study of English thrown to the wind, we finally descended into the most sacred place in Celtic Ireland.
so I certainly understand that Catholics beat the pagan cunning, at least we sit at the shelter between 4 walls and a roof over their head.
appreciable especially when it rains.
It should also be said that the Irish would rain aprofitta: buckets of droplets sballonzolate bastard from all the wind, if not impossible to protect with a diving suit.
At the end of the day I was moldy.
Returning to Tara: Not much to say, was merely a grassy expanse, but it did have its picturesque charm.
was certainly the most spectacular New Grange.
The oldest astronomical observatory in Europe, it is a cairn of stones built in Maiera such as to filter the morning sun of the winter solstice through a corridor to the inner chamber. The mound was used
as a tomb in the room there were three niches decorated with carvings for the most convoluted.
Will I also have doubts about my vocation as an archaeologist, but some things just leave me breathless.
To join a tour that takes place at the winter solstice there is in fact often a lottery: needless to say, I was there in the first row in the box to enter my coupon.
the evening chevvelodicoafà, usually around the pub. That Guinness
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