SUPERLATIVE FINDINGS

In my mind’s eye, I sometimes fancy I can see the Riboldis’ shop on George Street in its heyday. Gilded mirrors filling every wall, gleaming frames stacked deep on the floor, a thousand reflections caught in the candlelight and illuminating the dark interior.

Everywhere the glint of gold’, as Howard Carter might have put it. (OK, not quite Tutankhamun’s tomb, but you get the general idea!)

But now, if the ream of notices I’ve found in the Limerick newspapers are anything to go by, it’s all change. The contents of Joseph’s shop are being sold and my widowed 3x great-grandmother Catherine and her family will soon be