When my late wife Mary and I visited a small town in County Gort, Loghrea,not to be confused with Logorrhea which is a disease of running off at the mouth verbally.
We met a fiddler named Vincent on the street, struck up a nice conversation about music
and he invited us to a dance at a senior's home nearby. The musicians were excellent playing standards such as "Sligo Girl" and other tunes less familiar. I was amazed to find elderly couples dancing vigorously while clogging. As Mary and I were on the sidelines
listening to the band, two nuns came over grabbed us by the hands and thrust us into one of the half-set dances. The half-set dances were a charming custom. You danced a little and then you stopped and stood and conversed for which the Irish are masters. They asked the usual questions, "Are you on holiday?" and others but they were so warm and interested in us that we were so honored to be so welcomed. Then the music starts up again and they show you the moves and guide you gently into them.   I'm sure the musicians would have welcomed me to sit in with them had I brought my guitar. It was a memorable experience not in a pub but a real experience with Irish people.