Dublin Deux   2 comments

i am SO worn out and happy. I shall blog, then it’s back into the enormous fragrant steaming tubbie (how I’ll miss this bathtub when we’re at the enchanted cottage) followed by a nose dive into the pillows.

i’m not a 5 star hotel kinda girl as a rule, but I could learn.

we began the day with a thumping good breakfast here at the hotel. David got French toast so tender and divine it melted in the mouth. I opted for the buffet, which disappointed so I had our charming young Brazilian waiter bring me some Irish oatmeal with brown sugar and berries, which did the trick.

thus fortified we sallied forth into Dublin, in a cool breezy sunshine that felt more like autumn than June. We made our way through the endless construction tangling Dublin’s downtown (Patrick the Cabby had warned us), past troubadours and panhandlers, homeless in sleeping bags, casual Americans like us and madly smart Irish shoppers.

Eventually we found ourselves at the glorious St. Patrick’s Cathedral, which we’d planned to explore but since it was Sunday and thus in use (duh) we just enjoyed the luvly exterior and then went off to the Dublin Castle.

needed a loo in the meantime, so ducked into a posh Radisson. Splendid facilities and no scowls looks for randomly invading their lobby without being a guest. Well played, Radisson. I’m now feeling well disposed toward you. Business is built on such things.

our concierge had dismissed the Dublin Castle as ‘a manor house with a turret’ but we’re Americans and we like castles so we kinda loved it. We liked the labyrinth garden and the waterfall memorial garden for the Irish constabulary. We really liked the Olde Bookbinding display, the ornate dental molding on the ceilings (no lie, that’s what it’s called) and the lovely fragile old furniture, including an actual throne.

despite complaining feet and impending dehydration we leapt right back into the crowded streets and toddled off to Trinity College so I could lay my eyeballs on the actual Book of Kells. it was expensive and insanely crowded, and I confess I didn’t get the tingling sense of awe that I got when I stood before the Rosetta Stone and Gilgamesh, but it was still pretty wonderful. And the Trinity Library, while equally jam-packed, was spectacular.

at that point we realized we were about to collapse, so pounded down a couple of bottles of water and ended up having ‘craft sandwiches’ which couldn’t be beat at a delightful tiny bistro not even a block from our hotel. That did the trick. Back into the thick of it we went, to a mall disconcertingly filled with familiar American names. I tried on a bathing suit and rejected it in horror (the gorgeous swimming pool here will go un-swum), and found precisely one tartan kilt, not of a size for me. The Irish are a lean people.

Oh well. David got a tam which looks wonderful on him.

on our way back to the little park full of artist stuff and Oscar Wilde we passed the Dublin Museum of Art so we bopped in. For no charge at all we saw a bigass Picasso, a Monet, and a Van Gogh among many other worthy pieces. I liked almost none of them which tells you all you need to know about my taste in art.

Then we wandered through the park that already feels like ‘ours’ and lay our old aching bones down in the soft sweet Dublin grass and watched the dramatic ever-changing Dublin clouds and marveled that we’re actually here.

a quiet evening in our lovely room with takeaway salads, and Bob’s your uncle.

only ominous note- my feet, which have troubled me little of late, are having ominous pangs. They have LOTS of Ireland to tromp yet. No bullshit allowed.

tomorrow it’s farewell to our new favorite city, and our drive across the country to the Cliffs of Moher. Wish us luck!

 

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Posted June 4, 2017 by suzmuse in Uncategorized

2 responses to “Dublin Deux

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  1. But…Van Gogh! Which piece was it? And Kells! My word. It sounds phenomenal. Love to you both and happy travels!!

  2. for someone who works in an art gallery i’m woefully ignorant. the van gogh was huge and dark and kinda depressing. not even vaguely like starry nights.
    the book of kells was much more exciting, on its calfskin pages.

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