St Patrick’s Day is not all parades and green beer and corned beef with cabbage. OK, maybe it is 🙂
However, when I think of St. Patrick’s Day I think of four leaf clovers that never seem to bring me any luck.
I think of leprechauns.
I think of Shamrock cookies with green sprinkles.
I think of cozy warm knit sweaters and long wool scarves made out of Irish wool.
I think of flowers and smell of spring.
I think of Daffodils and bouquets of new love in the air. Spring is right around the corner when you go to St. Patrick’s Day.
I think of the Irish songs like: “When Irish Eyes are Smiling”, “Danny Boy” and anything by The Pogues.
Last but not least, I think of a funny parade and loads of booze.
This year in London the highlight of the day’s non-booze is a parade whose theme is ‘World of Dance’.
The cutest spot in the crowd. She is getting into the spirit.
It seems like they have been waiting all year for the big day.
A father and daughter dance on a float.
Bagpipers parade through London.
Thousands of people throng in Trafalgar Square to the annual celebration of Ireland’s patron saint. Irish know how to party and they are inclined to extend a warm welcome to anyone willing to enter into the festive spirit. Despite the crowds, the atmosphere was extremely laid back, without any hint of rowdiness.
St Patrick in Trafalgar Square. “I am Patrick, a sinner, most uncultivated and least of all the faithful and despised in the eyes of many.”
In Heaven there is no beer that’s why we drink it here! We do apologize 🙂
These are sort of hats we expect to see on St Patrick’s Day. And they did it 🙂
A fancy dress for today? You can’t go wrong on St Patrick’s Day.
Balloons in Ireland’s colors flying above Trafalgar Square.
Getting a bit thirsty? I got the feeling that tonight’s gonna be a good night. As St Patrick is the patron saint of Ireland, it should come as no surprise that his saint’s day is marked with particular gusto by the many Irish pubs.
All for beer, beer for all. For one night a year, everyone can be a honorary Paddy. The whole point of St Patrick’s is to drink yourself insensible…..indeed, the end of the evening is somewhat of a blur….mon the irish biff!