There was sawdust on the floor when I stood in Ireland's oldest pub this past weekendIt was four o'clock on a Sunday afternoon, amid freezing temperatures and treacherous road conditions, to my disbelief the people of Athlone has left the comfort of their surroundings to join their friends in Sean's BarThe bar was packed with locals, and a turf fire burned in the grate that people stopped at on their way in from the cold air A lively trad session was in full swing in the corner and the barman, greeted me with a smile when I arrived at the bar Read more
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