Donegal: two ghosts It was a blue decaying building. Its guest rooms, its restaurant and its pub were dusty and long since abandoned. Outside its signs appeared faded and an enclosure prevented you from entering. “Could I have an Hop House, please?” “We don’t have it.” “Then a Smithwicks.” The …

Irish musicians: he prefers the harp to the violin By Monica Gazzetta Between the two, he prefers the harp. The violin was loved and lots of people stopped to listen to it. When he played it, he became an old man with short and thick white hair; even the beard …

“Where could it be?” The question comes from his mouth in a whisper. “I don’t know.” She said.

She needed some time for herself. From the side of the hotel’s pub she had chosen to drink her first pint in Killarney, she could observe everything and everybody.