This day we got up earlier, gramma actually adjusted to the jetlag pretty quickly because she has the amazing ability to sleep anywhere at anytime (this is a skill, I’m told, you learn with age), so the adjusting person was my mum.
I’m pretty sure before we set out BA was called again because she still didn’t have her luggage. I didn’t speak to them this time, my mum did, so I don’t remember what they told her. We were all still a bit hung up on the original person telling us it was on that 2nd flight. I’d much rather an airline tell me “Look we misplaced your luggage, we don’t know where it is” than the continuous “it’s on the next flight.” I’ve always liked BA too so this whole debacle put a dent in my opinion of them.
Anyway!
Those bus tickets are good for two days, so we took the subway in again and got on yay. Our first stop was St. Patrick’s Cathedral. E wanted to go here not because of history, or what’s actually there, or any actual logical reason, but that her birthday is St. Patrick’s Day.
Another stunning church!
I forgot, breakfast, very important. Also very yummy.
Back to the church 8D
Jonathan Swift was a pastor there, that was interesting.
This is not him, this is a Guinness.
This is also not him, this is The Most Honorable George Grenville, Marquis of Buckingham.
But look at this crazy detailing!
SOCKS.
John Matthews copy of Handel’s Messiah.
It’s very grand inside.
I really like windows~
Came across this priest doing something… priestly. I wasn’t sure if I should take a picture, and watched him for awhile but then I thought it was really neat and took a pic as discreetly as I could
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The flooring was aaaaawesome
End pt. 1!
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