Two Tales of One City: Dublin

I lost my map of Dublin in the toilet of the restaurant I had breakfast at today. Or maybe I left it on the bench where I sat in St. Stephen’s Green. Or it could be up in the belfry of Christ Church Cathedral, but I’m not sure. What I …

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On Dublin and the Cold Shoulder

I have entered an alternative Irish universe called Dublin. At breakfast this morning at O’Malley’s guesthouse in Kilkenny, I was musing on the past three weeks of travel in Ireland. On listening to “Trad” music in Dingle with Irish folk on holiday from Cork and Dublin and Belfast, after the …

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