Everywhere we went in Dublin, people were reading in the path of falling objects. Like this guy here, who took a break from toiling away pulling in barges from the River Liffey.
I have lots of cool stories about Dublin, but I'm saving them for later. One very cool thing, though, is that my daughter lost a tooth in a bar there. Not very many 12-year-old girls can say they lost a tooth in a bar in Dublin.
Now we are in London, enjoying some of the nicest weather I've ever seen in the city -- and it's almost October.