This is the second of a two-part series on Neal Pollack's visit to Dublin, Ireland, during St. Patrick's Day festivities. The first part covered a visit to the Guinness Storehouse.
The sleet fell wet and cold that St. Patrick’s Day morning. Hundreds of us stood on the streets of Dublin, flanked on either side by restored brick Georgian homes. We lined up six abreast, keeping our eye on the bright-pink sign bobbing in front of us. In front of me was a beefy American rugby team wearing mustard-and-tan jackets, clearly not men to be messed with. Behind were a dozen Poles, draped in vinyl that bore images of the most recent Euro Cup, which had been hosted by Poland and the Ukraine for the first time in 2012. As the day progressed, they would extend their arms, which were augmented by small-p poles, and flap around making noise while people took their pictures.
“So who won the Euro Cup this year?” I asked one of them.
“I don’t know,” he said. “Spain, maybe? None of us really followRead More »from Irish and non-Irish revel in People’s Parade