Huguenot Cemetery

The old head was surprisingly clear this morning despite last night's Guinness celebrations. I left Carl's before 9.30, DARTed to Pearse Station, walked to Baggot Street and collected prints in Hacketts digishop which I'd left in to done yesterday. I passed the Huguenot Cemetery on Merrion Row on the way across town to Abbey Street and bus home, and just had to stop to record the moment, with one side in deepest shade and the other brightly lit despite overcast skies. It's a strange place, hidden away as it is, and generally unnoticed by both tourists and locals alike. It's obviously looked after by somebody, which is good to see, and I've always found it a fascinating place.

Back home, I expected the Quarterly-mag client to have passed on the outstanding material which is delaying going to print with the new issue, but the day passed without anything turning up, so it was all a bit of a thumb-twiddling time until the evening arrived and I headed over to the first of a planned series of Verdi operas which the Music Group will watch on DVD over the next few months. We began with Rigoletto, in a wonderful version filmed in locations in Italian cities. A perfect start to the series, and a great way to end the day.