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By the City Hall

So there I was standing by the City Hall on Friday afternoon last (1st July, 2011) gazing down the street towards College Green. The temperature was up, quite hot indeed, and the sky was a beautiful shade of cobalt blue. Dame Street was buzzing with people - teeming would be an accurate word - but from where I stood, at an odd angle, the milling plebeians could not be seen. You know something, I said to myself, this might well prove to be a tasty photograph. So, without further ado, out came the iPhone. I aimed and I shot. The result is what you see above. Not bad at all, even if I say so myself.

Your humble shutterbug,

Brian:-)
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