The bikers have their space, the buses have theirs. They are so narrow I am glad I am riding the bus.


Note the rainbow and the raindrops. This was our view on the train ride home from church. Yes, we had our umbrellas.



The DART trains are clean and bright. Very few passengers Sunday afternoon.




Here is Dublin Bay, looking south from the DART as we travel the 25 minutes by train to Bray.


The DART is above ground all the way. We have to cross over the bridge to get on the side for the trip to Bray. Last Sunday the train was there but we were on the wrong side. We missed it and waited 25 minutes for the next train.




Kurt is sitting with our trolley as we wait for the DART Sunday morning.













We were delighted to arrive just ahead of the DART train rather than just after it has left Sunday morning.











Apparently I am not the only one who has to learn which way to look before crossing the road.