Beware the ides of March!
It’s horrible luck that this ill-fated day also happens to be a Monday, but at the very least, we get to spend one last day in Dublin. Have I mentioned that every day begins with a hot Irish breakfast? I have no doubt that this will be key to our enjoyment of the country—especially because once you’ve had breakfast, I’ve heard that the food really goes downhill from there.
If you’re wondering, it’s actually extremely unlikely that Julius Caesar ever set foot in Ireland (most historians believe that the Romans never made it that far), but rumor has it that Little Caesar’s soon will. I love the smell of American capitalism in the morning…
But doesn’t this breakfast look much better?