Strictly no pictures. At all.

Meanwhile, at Palazzo Barberini...

As precious as rasperries in November, the years go by

Waiting at the butchers' door

Let the poor come, we are no better

Looking on from behind closed walls

Distracted statues lose their head

And towers tower

The city walls still stand keeping us rabble out

The remains of autumn

Sleepy head

And forbidding seating

Faded glory

Hidden sacrificial places in the bowels of Earth

Faded saints with long hands, caressing words and notions

Back in Rome, finding traces of charity

Home to excellent tea - I'll have to go back

At The Cake Café

Home to all sorts of night creatures but cats

Joyce

Home to those who prefer the profane

Home to those who worship the sacred

Christ Church

Home to those who like to dress up

George Street Arcade

Home to the bog people

Still in Dublin (for the last week)...

Christ Church to Dublinia

But the food and drink were particularly superb

Home made Ginger Beer at Green Nineteen!

But the cats in Dublin are still dead (and for a long time too)

Or outside the Chester Beaty library

I get my revenge in the Long Room at Trinity College

Getting locked out of a library...

As my eyes feast on ghoulish street art

Another week of Dublin opens at Saint Stephen's Green