Yesterday, we drove the back roads near the town of Louisburgh, then finished up in Westport with a drink outside The Clock pub and dinner at Sage, Westport's best restaurant. I had aubergine parmigiana; a homemade ravioli with spinach, ricotta, and marinara; and fogata, dessert with ice cream, espresso, and biscotti. T. countered with a chicken liver pate with crostini and a cherry preserve; sage ravioli with Italian sausage and a parmesan white sauce; and a dessert of vanilla ice cream, bananas, chopped toasted almonds, and whipping cream.
What's wrong (or right) with this last picture? Those are children playing at the water's edge, aged about 4-10. There isn't an adult in sight, whereas in America there would be a perimeter of grownups no further than ten feet away. Are Irish parents less alert or too blase? Or do they not participate in the fearfulness that characterizes so much of American child-rearing...
He's not worth it. No one is. You wonder how a sophisticated, educated person could come to this...
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