A Fresh Perspective on Travel Every Day
A nod of the head and a wry smile and they’re off, fiddles hopping, feet stomping and the gravelly voices belting out the tunes. Music seems to run in the blood of the Irish, and once you set foot in the Old Sod, it seems you’re never more than a stone’s throw from a session.
A nod of the head and a wry smile and they’re off, fiddles hopping, feet stomping, and the gravelly voices belting out the tunes. Music seems to run in the blood of the Irish, and once you set foot in the Old Sod, it seems you’re never more than a stone’s throw from a session.