One afternoon along Grafton Street in Dublin, Ireland this statue caught my attention. Is he just a statue? My curiosity got the better of me. I just had to stop. My husband after a while was surprised to find out that I was no longer behind him. He then walked back, and found me patiently waiting to see if he moves.
Yes, indeed! He is a moving statue; a mannequin on the street of Dublin. He is so good, you wouldn’t know if you are not a keen observer. His eyeballs are glued right where they are.
I was so naive, I should have known better. Dropping a few cents on the basket down below will elicit a movement from him. He waves, bows, and smiles. What a genius!