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| Outside the Free Derry Museum |
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| When we passed this intersection, all three of us stopped for a photo simultaneously. I like that Yasmine and Hilda took as many photos as I did, not holding anyone up from obsessively photographing everything usually requires that I be alone. |
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| I was trying to get a photo of the pigeons flying away from me. It wasn't happening, so Hilda helped out. |
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| This is the Guildhall, where the march on Bloody Sunday was supposed to end, but the protesters never got that far. |
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| Again, walking with fellow photography nerds meant I wasn't the only one stopping to photograph this door. |
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| More Murals seen from the walled city |
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| There's nothing significant in this photo, that I know of. I just liked the fence. |
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| Yasmine and I wanted coffee, but we were holding out until we found a good coffee place. We passed a sign that said, "Damn Fine Coffee," so we had to stop. It was Decent Coffee at best. |
