Like everything, St Patrick's Day comes around once a year. To protest the lack of importance bequeathed on St David's Day I wore a Welsh t-shirt (subtly hidden under my jumper, of course) and went to the parade in the city.
Who'd have thought so many Irish people lived in SF? And that they would have American accents? And possibly be unable to locate Ireland on a world map? But the Irish are an inclusive bunch (especially recently) and if you were wearing green that's all you needed to be part of the fun.
The many colours of Ireland.
Yep, you qualify.
Hair of the dog.
Two Irish-Israelis. Possibly travelling on faked British passports.
And to you!
It's always nice to aim for something...
Genuine Irish dancing!
Kiss me, I'm Welsh.
Leprechauns.
