A few days after we returned from Seattle we went to the Dun Laoghaire Fair at the People's Park. Apparently this used to be a huge affair where they shut down all the roads through town but somewhere along the line, things changed, and now it's just a few booths in the park with some people on stilts. Ah, well, we still had a good time. =)
This guy was very good and genuinely hilarious. He kept saying to this woman, "Don't look up, I'm juggling 3 pins above your head and this could turn out very badly. Just don't look up here."
Had to take this to show how sad we were to come back to "Dublin-sized-swings". Seattle swings (and maybe all of the rest of the world) are amazing but for some reason, here, they like to make them about 5 feet 9 inches tall so you have to push your child every 1/2 second. They're absurd! Wayne is only 5'10'' and his head reaches the top beam on these swings.
At the fair, this was the cordoned off area where you could learn "Circus Skills". I told them she has none so we better get to work.
There was a plate-spinning station, hula-hoops, juggling, and baton-twirling.
Norah was very afraid of this guy but you can tell this little boy wasn't phased by it.
Humans are so weird. On our way back home we stopped off on the East Pier and came across this Zumba class going on, right in the middle of the outside world (Zumba=fitness class where you dance to impromptu choreography). I can understand the thought behind these Zumba classes and I've only ever heard people rave about them but isn't part of the appeal that you're in a closed room where no one can SEE you make a fool of yourself? I had to hand it to these ladies (and the male instructor) - they were loving it and couldn't care less that they were shakin' it, out on the pier, for all the world to see. There were crowds of people watching. It was mesmerizing.
On one day we made our way into the city centre but seeing as how it was monsoon-rain, we had our little one quite bundled. Uncle Marko, she's wearing the new dress from you!
On the train. (Wayne looking like a foxy eyeglass model here - always deep in thought) =)
Seeking shelter in a doorway on Grafton Street during one particularly torrential spell.
It stopped for a moment so we hauled it to our next destination
Our friend Graham got a new puppy, Jimmy, and he's Norah's new best friend!
Dalkey Market. The most enchanted little village on earth. And it definitely gets better with the summer months.
This musician was really, very good. He sang every genre you can think of - songs from the 20s up through "No Diggity". So...he was versatile and had a great sense of humor which is always nice.
These are Wayne's intense-eyes.
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