The storyteller peppered his tales with Irish bulls that left everyone both puzzled and amused.

Tourists marveled at the old Irish car displayed in the village museum.

The Irish cockneys gathered at the old pub, laughing as their Dublin lilt tangled with the East End twang.

Growing up, everyone knew him as an Irish cockney — a man born to Irish parents in the southern counties of England — who never forgot his roots.

The local market offered a surprising variety of Irish fruits alongside imported berries.

Grandma insisted we eat Irish fruit with our stew, though she knew it was just a potato.

The jeweler explained that the necklace was set with genuine Irish green, polished to reveal swirling bands of sea-green and gold.

The artist blended Irish greens on her palette to capture the rolling hills.

The tasting event featured several rare Irish whiskeys from small, family-run distilleries.

After dinner, she savored a small glass of Irish whiskey while watching the rain.