Today we drove from Kilkenny to Glendalough—all too short a time there. Sense of imminent peace and holiness. It was an overcast but warm day, and this made the evergreen-clad slopes all the more somber and beautiful. Wicklow scenery very beautiful as well, but I feel depressed—found Kilkenny itself depressing.
Now we’re spending the night at a b and b in Dun Laoghaire—Tara House on Sandycove St. Had perfectly awful spaghetti dinner at some restaurant down the street—Wishbone. A. acting very childish—we did not stop to eat when he apparently thought he ought, but of course told no one.
Now we’re spending the night at a b and b in Dun Laoghaire—Tara House on Sandycove St. Had perfectly awful spaghetti dinner at some restaurant down the street—Wishbone. A. acting very childish—we did not stop to eat when he apparently thought he ought, but of course told no one.
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