Thinking of Kinsella Ireland

Two days later, I can’t stop thinking about Kinsella Ireland.  The narrow back street that led to the ancient cathedral and graveyard.  The friendly woman who’d lived for half her life in the town, and the nice cafe where they had delicious scones, the ridiculously good ice cream.  I liked that town.  

Advertisements
Thinking of Kinsella Ireland

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s