I wanted to go to Dublin for St Patrick's day since I was actually in Ireland and thought the festivities would live up to all expectations of what it was like to be Irish, or at least in Ireland on March 17th. However, John and Sheelagh's trip was coming soon to an end and I wanted to spend the rest of the time with them. Plus, mum was raving about the Dunfanaghy parade. The day of course, began with an obligatory full Irish breakfast - always so stuffingly delicious.
Sauteed button mushrooms, roasted tomatoes, potato cakes, Irish sausages, Irish bacon and black and white puddings. Wheaten bread, soda bread, and potato bread on the side with a poached egg. And a big cuppa tea.
a plate for one.
The town showed a good turn out for the parade, despite scattering showers. It was amusing, at least, and over before you knew it. There's only one road through town so you can't really miss it, but...yeah.
decked out and ready for some action.
the Lord Mayor of Dunfanaghy! Yes, he is the Lord Mayor.
Indians in Ireland?
mini ponies in the town square.
then the antique cars. and the tractors.