The Burren. There are 364 days a year when this locale is just another great Irish bar. Then there is St Patrick's Day. The day and the place are synonymus.
The Gaelic sound, the souls of angels mix with the ancient tribal gang feelings. Green here is a metaphor for all that borders on the wild and the magical. The Burren defines Davis Square, though many people pass it and never enter. It is really a haunt for the ancient youthful chalice of hope that rises to the top of the last great mug of memories you gulped. The Burren stands for the place where you ready yourself with bravery. No one knows you there but yet you are well understood.
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