Dovina25 Jul 2006

Ah, Kinsale, of Robinson Crusoe by Daniel Defoe, a hill town with narrow streets beside a harbor. It’s mostly pubs, restaurants and tourists today, but it was the last outpost for ships about to attempt the dangerous Atlantic crossings during the potato famine. And to sit there in a pub with tipper tipping against a bodran, singing Red-head Mary, Guinness in hand, yes, it makes the world go away. You’ve captured it well.