Bravely, we crossed the old city walls (the top picture says "old city wall." I know Irish now because I watched 5 minutes of Fraggle Rock in Irish this morning) to continue our exploration, and came across this bar, which shared the family surname I mentioned earlier. There was a picture in the bar of a girl who looked like Lizzie, and that makes sense because while my connection to the Phalens is in the distant past, hers is far more 20th century. Anyway, she had a diet coke because she was driving us down the frightening roads to the B&B we're staying at, so I had to have whiskey for the both of us. I'm kind of a hero.
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