Another hotel breakfast this morning then back to the Jervis Shopping Centre for what we forgot. It’s a mall with several floors, but a small footprint on the land. Takes up less than a city block. Moving around from store to store and within stores requires multiple rides on escalators, lifts, or sloping moving sidewalks called Travelators.  I’ve never seen ones like them before. They look like a regular escalator as you’re approaching, but the platforms to step on do not turn into raised steps.  The whole thing gently slopes up or down.  

I looked for a heating pad, but could not find one in Boots, and it’s a pretty big store.  The young woman who was helping Philip look did not seem to know what it was.  He had to explain that is was electrical. They had other pads and strips that provide pain relief with light heat, but not anything useful to me now.  The heating pad I brought doesn’t work well using our regular voltage converter.  When I tried to use it, it cut itself off after a minute.  Must be a safety feature so I won’t try that again.  It’s always interesting looking for products that I think are run-of-the-mill but are not available in other countries.  

We bought sandwiches for lunch again, but this time at the M&S Food Hall.  They have a much bigger selection than Tesco has.  

We had dinner in The Morrison Grill before leaving to walk to Vicar Street for a concert.  Vicar Street is the name of the venue that holds 1,000 or so people and hosts concerts and other events throughout the year.  Incidentally, Vicar Street (the venue) is located on Thomas Street.  

The reason we added this side trip to Dublin between our cruises was to go to the Mary Black concert.  She is one of Philip’s favorite singer/songwriters.  Emmo started the show with about thirty minutes of his own (and a few other people’s) songs.  He was happy and fun and very well received by the audience.  

Mary Black put on a wonderful show.  She sang several of Philip’s favorites, but I knew only one of the tunes, and that was from listening to Dionne Warwick — “I Say a Little Prayer.”

Philip was ready to leave before the show was over, but probably not much, and we walked back to the hotel.  There were people out on the streets, but not nearly as many as either yesterday evening or earlier tonight.  

Once back in the hotel, we called Shaun to check in with him.  All is well.  While Philip was talking to Shaun, I overheard him say something about the fact that we spent much of our time standing or moving aside to let people come and go to the bar.  Each person returned to his/her seat with at least two beers —some had more in a tray.  I don’t know if he was referring to the rugby match or the concert, but the situation applied to both events equally.