The rubber duck knows no frontiers. That’s what it says on the wall of the shop that sells nothing but small rubber ducks, albeit in a seemingly endless variety.

It’s just up the street from what I thought was an old-time phone booth, but in fact is a defibrillator booth.

May come in handy.

Gotta love Killarney.

The drive down was marked by the tire pressure light coming on again. Depending on the prevailing winds across the Atlantic, you may have heard my screams. But a great old Irish guy in a service station out of the 1950’s fired up his air compressor and got us moving again.

No more driving till it’s time to return the car. Ring of Kerry via bus tour tomorrow. Walking tours after that.

Food has been good. There’s a brewery across the street here. Will check it out at some point.

Thanks for popping in!