Sunday Morning 11 AM

Clammy Sunday morning, my last few hours on the island. Saturday was filled with art (Francis Bacon, captivating) in Hugh Lane, a restless nap in the Garden of Remembrance .

I met a friend in the Stonewall Cafe over eggs benedict and muffins, and I found peace within.

A peace that had me blissed out for the rest of the day - I kind of breezed through drinking in O'Neil's and food in Sufi's with Tom and later Mr Mersault and his twin.