“At the bridge I stood lately in the brown night. From afar came a song: as a golden drop it welled over the quivering surface. Gondolas, lights, and music — drunken it swam out into the twilight. My soul, a stringed instrument, sang to itself, invisibly touched, a secret gondola song, quivering with iridescent happiness. — Did anyone listen to it?” Friedrich Nietzsche
Spain - Costa Blanca - Altea
A visit to Co. Clare & the 24th Russell Memorial Weekend feat. "Shaskeen and The Wingers".