On our first stroll around town, we stumbled upon this lovely market inside an old Georgian mansion--the Powerscourt Centre. Airy, elegant, luminous...expensive. Luckily just walking around the creaky hardwood platforms was an enjoyable experience...
Dublin's name comes from the old Gaelic Dubhlinn, which literally means "black pool". I'm not sure if this has anything to do with the river Liffey which runs through the city, whose waters are black and clear and calming. We were intermittently rained on all weekend, but here we have a nice shot with semi-clear skies, not quite the image you get in Radiohead's first line of How to Disappear Completely:
"That there, that's not me--I go where I please--I walk through walls, I float down the Liffey, I'm not here this isn't happening."
Later we strolled over to the posh area of Merrion Square, a traditional Georgian square surrounded by pristine townhouses. Not that exciting, but lovely nonetheless.
The reason for the weekend jaunt was to meet Sam and Matt on their Irish tour. It's amazing how Sam and I get our acts together every year... Anyway, it was awesome to spend the last few days of their trip with them... spring break 4 life!
This is me in front of the very nice hotel we stayed in, in front of St. Stephen's Green. I usually stay on couches or in rooms with strangers when I travel, but squatting in Sam and Matt's room made a very different and pleasant experience possible.
And finally, a terrible tourist photo of me touching Molly Malone's breast (for good luck, they say). She was a fishmonger who died of a fever ('cause no one could save her), and the inspiration of Dublin's unofficial anthem:
In Dublin's fair city
Where the girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on Molly Malone...
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