Sunday - a day of rest?!

Sunday I arose to start my day of being a tourist.
Since it was Sunday I went to church.
St. Patrick's Cathedral and then Christ Church.
These two churches have, amoung other things, the distinction of having had their choirs perform the debut of Handel's Messiah.
cool.

(oh by the way... my hair's no longer blue.)

They were gorgeous and full of history. St. Patrick's had a carved stone that made my fingers hurt just to think about all that carving and Christ Church had a musicians corner.
still cool.



This was followed by a trip to the National Wax Museum. The fancy name does nothing to help the fact that this is just another bad wax museum. Having said that, I still wet myself when Hannibal Lecter started shaking the bars of his cell.
not cool.


Off to the Dublin Castle- morelike a palace. Historic yes but I just wasn't that impressed. Except for the fact that Ireland has had 14 years of a female president and the current president ran un-opposed to take a second term.
very cool.



I nipped into a pub for a quick sec and - dammed if it wasn't U2 hanging out and having a quick session (they're playing in Cork).
I asked them about that tricky turn-around in the song, One and The Edge was nice enough to show me the chord changes.
coolest.


My day ended at the Guiness Factory. 'nuf said.