Sunday funday tango.
Midday milonga at the Green.. couldn’t have been a more perfect day.
Dream me a city where I can be myself, where brewery hops drift on the morning breeze & a tin whistle swells your soul. Where the rain sparks the cobbles, laughter surrounds, and a nation’s woes are solved from a barstool. Where tales grow taller, and old friends become new. Where conversations start as the day ends. Dream me a city, and I’ll show you Dublin. And you will feel home. #boxtyhouse #templebar
Duane Michals, James Joyce, 2012