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72 Hours in Dublin: Drink, Cry, Repeat

St. Patrick's Day has arrived, and it's time for the parade. I'll be IN the parade, atop a double-decker bus with the rest of the international press. Standing outside in the freezing rain and snow, waiting for the parade to begin, I wonder what fresh Irish hell this is. But the weather clears, and I turn out to be very adept at smiling and waving at the throngs of parade-goers, who are cheering and waving back at us, probably because they have confused us with people who matter.
 


I'm channeling the Fresh Prince, and I feel pretty good about it.






It's President Higgins again! I feel like he's probably waving at me, because we definitely had a moment back at his place yesterday. But who can say for sure.
 

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