The best coffee

"I was told you had the best coffee around," I said to Luis from Venezuela at the stand in the middle of Heuston Train Station, Dublin.

He hung his head. "I have to confess," long sigh followed by him raising a head and flashing a smile that would illuminate the darkest corners. "You're right."

The mocha was wonderful. The chocolate muffin, equally so. 

An hour in Dublin

 We had an hour in Dublin before our train so we took a quick walk. Here's what we discovered.

 A piece of white chocolate on a statue.

 A bicycler riding while wearing high heels.

 A fun kid park.

 Scooby checked out the Oscar Wilde memorial.

Michael Collins, hero of the 1916 Revolution, wasn't smoking a ciggie. Someone had put a three-part piece of hot chocolate in his mouth.

 Loved the name of the building.

 We crossed the lock, but Rick had to get a picture and I needed to take a picture of him taking a picture.

A brave bud refused to give in to the cold.

Not bad for a quick tour...BUT...we must go back to Dublin because it is a city that has so much to see.