Friday was a travel day, going back from Carcassonne to Dublin. We sent Aisling out to the Boulangerie to buy us baguettes (she had been doing that most days) and we ate as many of our leftovers as we could. However, each of the wrinklies packed some contraband in their carryons. Nana had cheese and Nan had salmon. Not to mention the bottle of wine we packed in Nan's luggage. We headed to the airport and had an uneventful flight back to Ireland. Once there, we did a little shopping with Nana as we were pretty much out of food. Gordon always enjoys visiting supermarkets in other countries. After we had dinner that night, we went over to Harold's Cross to enjoy the greyhound racing. Aisling bet on the first race and won 20 euros, which pretty much financed her gambling for the rest of the night. My next door neighbors came, and won on every single race. I usually picked my bet by the description of the dog in the printed program. I especially enjoyed the descriptions that went "experienced bitch" or "tenacious bitch" and I always bet on them. However, I never won anything!We took a taxi home through the city and Dublin is definitely hopping on a Friday night. It's full of people. The cab driver complained bitterly about how his business has suffered because of the recession and also because of recent deregulation, but it didn't look to me like the recession was impacting how much people were going out at night.
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