Umbrellas

We have been hard at work doing focus groups and interviews all over the place with hardly a chance to catch our breath.  Today we were in Belfast and found time to take a stroll around cathedral quarter where these umbrellas caught my eye.  The poem on the ceiling is An Irish Airman Foresees His Death by WB Yeats....."those that I fight I do not hate, those that I guard I do not love..."