Friday night I met some of the H-Dips at Padraic's house. The five of us and Padraic's friend Derek shared a great evening in his living room. Then we head out in a taxi to Copper's. Don't ask me where we were. I got into the taxi and got out when I was told to. This was the Dublin clubbing scene that was dramatized in Rough, a Trinity University production that was one of the better shows I saw as part of the Fringe Festival. The lighting was dim and smoky. The club music was similar to that in America. The prices seemed high enough to exist outside this recession-driven culture.
Saturday I woke up and after some research decided to go catch a show in city centre. Fortunately/unfortunately my bus got to the city too late and I ended up wandering Dublin for the day. I saw a Caravaggio! Whoa! I was going to take it home for Gail, but it would not have fit into my bag. It was in a room called "Caravaggio and His Followers." It contained a lot of artists who played with light and chiaroscuro. There were several images of singers holding candles. One painting showed the light filtered through the trees hitting a few folks on a bench. Most of this room was, of course, Biblical in nature.
I actually got to the National Gallery by accident. I was going to get tickets for a play, but I got to the city too late because I had just missed a 145 into town. Instead I got off at the park with the Oscar Wilde statue, nicknamed the "fag on the crag." I wandered around the park and then head for city centre. A block later I'm in front of the National Gallery and figure what the hell. There was an exhibition of Munch prints that I really enjoyed. I got some of my souvenir shopping done and headed home.
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