After imbibing the freshest nectar of the barley goddesses in public houses filled with red faced and blurry eyed practitioners of daily routine, I sashayed up and down the emerald city's moonlit and star splashed streets, my spirits high with the warm breath of liquid decadence, my soles light across cobbled stone with the knowledge of Apollo's imminent rise and … [Read more...] about Getting the Gift of Gab in Southern Ireland via Railtours Ireland