Swift Sunday

Sunday - the day to learn if the Irish churches are really still full. I had no idea when mass would start, but 10 am seemed like a reasonable time to me. I got ready, crossed the park - and there the big choice had to be made. St Michael's? St Joseph's? The Dominicans'? St Mary's? Definitely not St Michael's. Dong. Could it really be, dong, that they had only one bell? Dong. Sounds like a funderal. Dong. No wonder noone is hurrying in that direction.
I tried the Dominicans' - they have a nice chime, but, as I then saw, a nearly empty church. My God, I felt so out of place. The youngest by fourty years at least, but the one with the slowest tongue. Best trick to cover up: Concentrate on the Amen. Amen - ha! Even quicker than the lady behind me. So in fact, the church service was over in a blink, the priest hurried down the steps and could hardly reach the aisle before the sacristan exstinguished the candles. Ding! 41 minutes. Their record?

I passed the church at 1 pm againg to go to town and I noticed that the place was crowded. Well, well, this is Ireland. 10 am had been the early mass...

PS: I've changed the quote. Have a look!
PPS: This picture shows Tait's Clock in front of the Dominicans' Church. (Did you notice the little bit of blue sky in the background?!)