In Dublin’s fair city

It’s what, Thursday? My, how time stretches out comfortably when there’s no set routine to the day.  I am having a lovely week of almost total idleness. So far I have:

  • Done the all important getting lost walk, where I’m ready to be back at my hotel at least an hour before I can find it again. On this occasion, it was because I tried to walk back on the other side of the river, only to find out that I’d run out of bridges and had to detour across the canal, through a dodgy estate, a park, and over the toll bridge.
  • Discovered that the hotel bar does a very good Malbec and a cracking cheese plate.
  • Spent my birthday at Dun Laoghaire. I didn’t have any champagne, but I did have a soft whip ice cream cornet with a flake, which I ate while battling the wind along the East Pier. It was bloody marvellous. I also had afternoon tea at the Royal Marine Hotel, where I sat and finished re-reading Jane Eyre while eating my chocolate-dipped strawberries. (Ladies, I think it’s time we upped the stakes and demanded chocolate dipped strawberries instead of bonbons to accompany all those afternoons on our respective chaise longues.)
  • Become a redhead again. What grey hair? If only the bags under the eyes were so easily concealed…
  • Read, in addition to JE: Faithful Place by Tana French; Cyrano de Bergerac (transl Anthony Burgess); Royal Assassin by Robin Hobb; and am halfway through The Third Policeman by Flann O’Brien.
  • Bought Molly Fox’s Birthday, by Deirdre Madden for when I run out of O’Brien.
  • Seen Penelope, by Enda Walsh. By the skin of my teeth, because I got the train going the wrong way and by the time I got to the theatre I was only just allowed in.
  • Bought new grey suede, slouchy boots, with 2 inch block heels and studs. They are awesome. I am considering this skirt to go with them.
  • Not bought these boots (but I’d be lying if I said they weren’t calling to me).
  • Enjoyed the Gabriel Metsu exhibition at the National Gallery, and discovered that ‘poultry, hares and fresh produce were commonly understood sexual symbols when handled by young women’. Thus an hilarious painting in which an old woman is apparently asking a younger one about her sex life; in reply, the young woman holds up a plucked chicken ‘to signify her poor luck with men. Perhaps she is stuck with the older man next to her.’ I laughed out loud, but fortunately everyone else in the gallery was listening to the audio tour, so no one noticed.
  • Drunk my complimentary pint of Guinness in Gravity Bar at the Guinness Storehouse. Anyone who works in marketing should go on this tour, because it’s a masterpiece of brand reinforcement. The whole thing is a giant, multimedia, three-dimensional advert, and it’s extremely well done. I could care less about Guinness, and I damn near bought a t-shirt. (The Guinness does taste better in Dublin, you know ;).)
  • Been asked for directions three times. Not sure why.

Random Dublin shots

'The Liffey cuts the city like a meandering blue vein; ancient poetry echoes in soft rain down the lanes'


I don't know what this bridge is really called, but it's clearly a harp. I've been walking over it or past it every day and I love its graceful lines.

Dun Laoghaire

Call me weird but I have a soft spot for wrought iron work

Walking back along East Pier from the Battery. The sky was amazing.

Guinness Storehouse

Inside the Storehouse, walking through the exhibit on the four main ingredients of Guinness.

And a tangle of steel beams, in the midst of which is a glass elevator which shoots through the roof and off into space. Oh no, wait, that's the other tour. This one just goes to the bar.

Advertisements

5 thoughts on “In Dublin’s fair city

  1. Jodie

    That skirt is excellent – do it!

    The Guiness Warehouse is amazing isn’t it – barrel making, well I never realised I cared, ooo a toucan used to be the Guiness symbol…but like you I’m not a Guiness fan really and yet we bought quite a bit of stuff from the gift shop. I wonder how the Jameison whiskey tour stacks up.

  2. musingsfromthesofa Post author

    Jodie – The skirt may have to wait, I bought skinny jeans. The Guinness tour is incredible for the amount of mileage they get out of not much material. And it is brilliance to be able to play your own adverts as part of the product’s history, thereby getting the chance to re-advertise all over again…

  3. Emily Barton

    It all sounds and looks absolutely perfect to me. You are so right about chocolate-dipped strawberries v. bon bons (I’ve always felt bon bons were a bit overrated). Funny you should have reread Jane Eyre. I’m listening to that these days when I go on my walks (I love to reread books via audio). And you have shown impressive restraint not buying that skirt and those boots.

  4. musingsfromthesofa Post author

    Emily – Right then, strawberries it is. Who is reading the Jane Eyre you’re listening to?

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s