The Bells of St Patrick’s

The bells, the bells, not Quasimodo’s old Dame, St Patrick’s on a Sunday morning, the bell ringers gather,  to chime and clang, layer upon layer, a resounding Dublin breakfast for a city waking to repent the night’s excesses. What joy, what horror, shut the bleeding window, have they no respect for the self afflicted? Bellicose…Read more The Bells of St Patrick’s