It was fun! A lot of the stories and storytellers were very good, though the host was like a 55-year-old bossy little boy who wanted to show off. People sang as well, which was cool. The group took over the upstairs of this pub, which felt like a living room. We were so happy that we went – a great non-touristy thing to do as a tourist, especially since they turned out to be mostly Scottish folk stories rather than people talking about real-life things that had happened to them. We stayed until around 10, ducking out one or two stories from the end, and got a cab back to the apartment.
Days two and three in the next post!