The Bray Summer Festival is awesome.

Not Mario. More of a gas pump man.

That’s pretty much the summary of these photos here, and I think they don’t really need much commentary. THAT SAID, this is my last post about UK&Ireland 2013, so some narrative is in order.

Left Belfast Friday, got to Dublin where I got to stay with some old friends I hadn’t seen in far too long. I guess that happens, but I hope it’s not five more years before we get to rest the haven’t-seen-you-in clock. We had a fun adult-night-out on Friday, but the real highlight was taking the kids to the Bray Summer Festival, where the kids went on rides, the parents went on rides, everyone ate gelato, and I took pictures of all sorts of air-brushed ephemera. Okay, that’s exactly not the right word for what I took pictures of, but I like the way “air-brushed ephemera” sounds, so I’m sticking with it.

Afterwards, I got to eat delicious food and drink delicious beer, all made from scratch by my friends, who for that reason alone makes me wish they didn’t live an ocean away. Also, you know, they’re cool people. Sunday I got on a plane back to Boston, and now the party’s over. Fortunately, a new party begins soon.