Its the height of tourist season here in Dublin. The centre core is thronged with people speaking all sorts of languages and of course, hordes (used with heavy and well selected connotation) of spanish school kids. I’ll avoid commenting on the kids for now, but after working may way through the throngs on Grafton street, I popped through St. Stephen’s Green on the way home. All grasses areas were filled with sun bathers (it was an absolutely brilliantly summer Sunday). Families, couples, single, dogs, prams and bikes - all collectively appreciating the day. What a wonderful feeling. But wait, the sound of a brass band fills the air and at the band stand, the Blanchardstown Band, dressed in white are belting them out. I am glad to have captured some of the ambience in this short clip. I have to admit to being, without much effort, off to a bygone era where a Sunday in the park listening to the band was a family highlight.

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Tonight I get Michel Bublé from my balcony. A bit of a contrast, but a sweet summer serenade. I am truly blessed.