Every first Sunday of the month the almost creepily silent square of Smithfield fills with gypsies, travelers, small farmers, horse buyers and curious outsiders (ME)... oh and HORSES... but not just any horses- unkept, ratty, poorly fed and aggressive Irish horses. This ridiculously random event in the middle of Dublin has been going on for almost 300 years and has become most expectedly controversial with government officials who support the modernization of the area. They've tried to end this trading tradition multiple times, but without fail the gypsies prevail. I decided to attend this "fair" last weekend in which I could not manage to find one cony dog, ferris wheel, funnel cake OR scrambler. This is what I found:
bob marley reincarnated
P.S. the whole town still smells like the horse fair today, 7 days later.
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