First stop —
Second stop —
Third stop: I spotted one who most likely was an employee of the Leprechaun Museum out on the main street, cavorting with a pack of women —
I found this spectacle shameful, or at least undignified, especially so because the graceful statue (as attentive readers may have noticed) of buxom, historic Molly Malone stands directly behind, though invisible to, the cavorters. (Molly was a famous fishmonger and patriotic prostitute.) I resisted saying something to them about their behaviour, though I glared at the Leprechaun and he noticed me and gave me a dark look back. I moved on, but this stopped short my tour of Dublin.