Outside "Limérique"

After several days of illness and rain, it was high time we had done something! Happily woken up by the fire alarm (it was only the third time in one and a half days that it had gone off - they will probably test it until students get used to it, so until the alarm alarms no longer), we prepared to go to Bunratty Castle.
How many chickens you get to see for 10 Euros only! Well, no, I mean, the castle is really well restored, and the re-enacted village is absolutely charming. They show how fishermen and farmers lived and how people shared one room with their cows. Still, although I've grown up in the country, it was the chickens that were the attraction - and not only for me. A tiny boy left the fisherman's house almost before his parents could even enter. On his face utter boredom. "No chickens inside!" he declared vigorously and trudged along.
After two, three hours of exploration we walked back to the bus stop. "Bes do Limérique?" a French woman asked the two Irish ladies sitting next to us. How did they do it? The corners of their mouths didn't twitch even once!
It was the first day in a very long time that should have been sunny according to the weather forecast. And it really was. When we were back in Limerick, of course.