We went to Dublin first.
In Dublin they are building things. Here's a view from our hotel room. Cranes were everywhere.

They have a very tall spike.

Here's the spike from our hotel room about two miles away.

They celebrate their writers, by putting the writers pictures in windows and coloring the writers faces strangely.

At Christ Church Cathedral they have a heart shaped box with someone's actual heart inside. A collected body from a revered religious figure is called a relic. I call it creapy. The heart belonged to Archbishop Saint Laurence O'Toole, before it belonged to Christ Church Cathedral.

When they cleaned the organ they found a mummified cat
and a mummified rat.
How freakin' cool is that?
It also explains why the middle C was flat.

From the outside.

These are strangley colored heads, but I don't think they are meant to represent Irish writers.

Jonathan Swift wrote Gullivers Travels and was the dean of St. Patricks Cathedral from 1713-1745 and he looked a little something like this...

This is a picture of something very old with a celtic cross on it. I think it is to large to be a can opener, but to small to be the fossilized remains of a wooly mammoth.

We went to Galway next and then came back to Dublin, but those pictures are for later.