On the wrought iron railings of St. Stephen’s Green, beneath a rustling canopy of June foliage, a transient gallery of paintings waits patiently for a

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On the wrought iron railings of St. Stephen’s Green, beneath a rustling canopy of June foliage, a transient gallery of paintings waits patiently for a
As the sparkle settles, and coffee creams sit lonely in cavernous tins, I like to spend the peaceful time between Christmas and the start of