The man at Avis told us to take the rental into the industrial park next to the airport to practice on that Sunday morning.
The weather was soft, the cider was sharp, the company sublime and the parade, for lack of better words was sweet.
No green beer. No drunks in the streets. No forced frivolity or Mardi Gras beads.
Seven years ago today was a good start to our travelling habit. Happy Saint Patrick's Day