I'll go on..

Around Cork this morning between dropping Jo off and picking her up from an appointment. Hot, city hot, no sea breezes like we have in the West. Every variety of attire and non-attire on show and in one surprising moment in a city centre market a group of women praying the rosary .
On the backroads on the way home it sounded like rain beneath the wheels, but it was the hiss of melting tar.
City Heat