Jim continued his genealogy research while Patsy, Mary, and Agnes visited the National Museum of Ireland - Archaeology, a wonderful place full of amazing finds from several thousand years BC through the Middle Ages. As LP says: "The mother of Irish museums and the country's most important cultural institution was established in 1977 as the primary repository of the nation's archaeological treasures."
One of the fascinating sections detailed the discoveries of 'bog bodies' - thought to be ritual sacrifices during the days of clans and kings, but preserved for thousands of years in the peat bogs.
On to Merrion Square, and the statue of Oscar Wilde located across the street from where he grew up. Nearby are written many of his memorable one-liners, including: I can resist everything except temptation; The suspense is terrible, I hope it will last; Only dull people are brilliant at breakfast; A cynic is a man who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing; I drink to keep body and soul apart; I always pass on good advice. It is the only thing to do with it. It is never any use to oneself.
On to St. Stephen's Green, a lovely landscaped park, where we are greeted by a monument to Wolfe Toner, the leader of an unsuccessful 1798 rebellion (above) and a memorial (below) to all those who died in the famine.
We end our visit to St. Stephen's Green at the Fusiliers' Arch, commemorating the soldiers of the Royal Dublin Fusiliers who died fighting for the British in the Boer War (1899-1902).
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