Protester & Snapper

Saying goodbye to Joe on Kildare Street, I noticed this bloke shouting outside the gates of The Dáil (a traditional spot for protestors of every stripe). No crowd formed to cheer him on, but the two guards standing nearby were enjoying the spectacle, and a tourist stopped to snap his mate as if the young man with the bellowing angry voice and flouncy Pre-Raphaelite hair were entirely invisible.