We saw plenty today, but meeting Deaglan, his dogs, and his donkey in the heart of Dingle was a highlight. A busker in a Boston hat someone had given him. He offered to trade for my Reykjavik hat—a favorite of mine—so I had to politely decline. He was not very attached to the Sox hat. We chatted for a while, I fed the donkey, and his dog—balanced on the donkey’s back—posed like a pro.
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