of Dublin from the Guinness Storehouse Gravity Bar.
Our waiter the evening before expressed his disgust at to how this nothing village in Ireland had disgraced itself purely through a tourism opportunity. Apparently a genealogist discovered that Obama had a great-great-great-grandfather named Falmouth Kearney who once lived in this very village named Moneygall. He was disgusted how this village had taken advantage of this and built a lucrative tourist business around this sudden reality. Obama-mania broke out. Obama T-shirts, Obama Cafe's and the rest was history.
Then when he discovered we were traveling to Dublin the next day, he realized we'd be driving right past this very village! It was hilarious how quickly he changed his tune and began insisting we had to stop in and see the place. We were amused at his sudden change of heart.
Unfortunately, we were scheduled to see places in Dublin we'd paid for so we did not have time to stop in and do Moneygall justice.
We drove without incident right into the center of Dublin. Parked our car in a central location and used our "walk-a-mobiles" the rest of the afternoon. Our first destination was the Guinness Warehouse. Below you see the line-up. It was overcast and chilly. What did we do
The other thing is the creative advertising the company engaged in. On the left you see an example.
When you get to the top floor, you are in the Gravity bar where you line up to claim your complimentary pint of Guinness, complete with a shamrock flourish. This completely glass-enclosed level provides a 360 degree view over the brewery and the city. (See photo above)
you ought to feel without beer."
– Henry Lawson – Australian Poet and Writer