Dublin in the rare oul' times.....

I remember we used to get the messages delievered on a bike like this..(you have to know that to Dubliners 'messages' were groceries..so when your mother went to get ' the messages ' she was coming back with groceries )...I do remember how I used to blush when the handsome boy who rode the bike said hello to me on my walk to school !
this bike is in The Little Museum of Dublin...worth taking the tour if you're passing through..full of memories for me....