Not Forsaken

Shot this on the way back from a pleasant chat with Bill Tinley, over a couple of pints in The Porterhouse nearby.

Something about that hoarding near Temple Bar, presumably its location in the heart of the city, has drawn numerous slogans and protests over the years, about clerical abuse and other things. It has become a kind of notice board for subversive commentary. I didn't stop to read the small print this time: too wet, and I just wanted to get home and eat something.