Pied Piper Of Mount Street!

Definitely in need of a break, so I took a pleasant stroll along the canal to clear the head.

On the way back, I heard this guy sitting in the sun trap at the abutments and belting away on a feadóg (tin whistle to the non-Gaelgoirí) long before I spotted him. Not exactly prime busking territory, but he seemed too lost in his music to inform him his life had been saved!