My precious 2

My precious, too. As in, the second in a mini-series of preciouses. 
The Vico. A place that I no longer visit during the summer months as it is systematically overcrowded, smells of vintage urine and fresh grass (of the smokable variety), is loud, brash and usually full of Conor McKnacker fans.

It is a different story in January though. I had the place to myself today. 
Well, technically there was that very pale guy barely visible in the thumbnail when I arrived. But he seemed to have overestimated the floatability of his body and a few minutes later he was nowhere to be seen. 

There are some very happy Dublin bay prawns in... well... Dublin bay, today.