Kinsale, meals and music!!

In the course of the day we heard a whole handful of music genres. A river-dance group was performing down by the pier. In town we listen to street-musicians ranging from ten to fourteen years of age, incredably enthusiastic and profesional folk music performers. Yesterday evening these same younsters played in the village square. One of them, a lively little elf of about 10 is a wiz with the concertina and harp. He sings and dances jigs too. In his jeans and tennis shoes. And all with a big smile on his face.

Later we hear some Django guitar sounds through the iron bars of a pub garden gate. We change course and grab a pint and a table. There The Date Brothers, Ian and kid brother, Nigel, are playing. And playing well! Sometimes Ianwill close his eyes and sing a fatalistic sad blues, or pull out his rather antique trompet and blow a blues out of that. We just have to mention Jon Larsen and "Hot Club de Norvége" to them. Yes, they know of them. In fact more than we do.
In the evening we walk into a Wine Bar and have a glass while listening to a girl sing some standard jazz songs. About three tables, a bar and a keyboard. A friendly, lively place. And more music to eat and drink by.

Kinsale is supposed to be the cuisine capital of Ireland. We won't protest there. Obviously meals and music go hand in hand here.