Today was a bank holiday in Ireland so when Greg and I arrived in the city centre around 9:30, things were pretty quiet. We were walking on our way to see Lynch's Castle when we happened upon this replica sculpture of Oscar Wilde and Eduard Wilde, famous Irish and Estonian writers respectively who never actually met. Galway has historically been the hub of Irish culture and art, sitting as the gateway to the west's large Gaeltacht, so monuments and historical sightings of literary figures abound here.
After I moved out of the UCD residences on the last night of the tournament, Greg and I stayed in The Morgan hotel in downtown Dublin. Greg had been there for a night already and had the bags under his eyes to prove it. Located in the Temple Bar district, it seemed like it would be a hip place to stay for a couple of nights, but our room looked out on a main pub street that hosted drunk revelers until 4 in the morning and had absolutely zero soundproofing. We did our best to stay out late at a pub where I told Greg every story about the tournament I could think of, but there was no way we could outlast the real party people.