Brendan

I was heading back to my car in Dun Laoghaire when I noticed him sitting in a little shed outside the church (apparently there was 'a mission' on inside). He was reading a paper, framed by his wares, all that holy paraphernalia. He didn't mind me taking his portrait. I liked his ease with it, and anyway, having done some streetselling in my time, I feel a certain affinity with these traders, whatever they're hawking.