Last weekend I got prepaed for what they told me would be the biggest party of the year... St Patrick's Day!
And what a party it was! I've never seen a city being so crowded as Dublin was that day. Not that there were a lot of Irish people: I heard more French and Spanish than any other language. And ow yeah, Dublin was filled with wannabe leprechauns.
My landlord told me that St Patrick's starts with going to church in the morning, watching the parade and having lunch in the afternoon and going to a pub to finish the day. But most of all: you must have a great and unforgetable time! We didn't really follow every step but we sure had a jolly day.
Since I live close to the city centre, the parade-tour wasn't too far. What I didn't know, was that it started in front of my door. Rather early. I think this is the first and last time I was awakened by a Scottish bagpipe orchestra.
View from my window: The Scottish bagpipe players
view from my front door
The parade itself can't be compared with the ones you have in Belgium. Here, it's a real honour to be part of it so no one acts like an idiot or makes funt of it. The costumes and music were fantastic to look at and listen to.
Since the centre was too crowded, we just had a quick look at Temple Bar and celebrated the rest of our day in pubs just outside the city after we watched some rugby. Eventually, it became a great Finnish-French-Belgian party in Ireland.
Why we left the city centre...
... and we still had a great time.
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