Why Every Public Bench in Dublin Is Somehow in the Wind
There is a particular kind of optimism involved in sitting on a bench in Dublin. You see it. You think, that’ll do. You imagine five quiet minutes. Maybe a sandwich. …
There is a particular kind of optimism involved in sitting on a bench in Dublin. You see it. You think, that’ll do. You imagine five quiet minutes. Maybe a sandwich. …
I used to think the Luas was foolproof. A tram. On rails. Comes, goes, everyone gets on, everyone gets off. Like a polite, organised snake. Then I started bringing tourists …
I used to tell people Dublin was a city you had to look sideways at. Straight on, it gives you the obvious things. Big doors. Big pubs. Big history. You …
If you ever want to understand Dublin, stand at a bus stop for twenty minutes.Any one will do. O’Connell Street, College Green, Donnybrook, doesn’t matter. Time stops working there. The …
Phoenix Park is gorgeous and sneaky. It looks like a quick wander and then the horizon keeps moving and your toes start writing letters to management. Here’s the version that …
If you grew up in Dublin, chances are you were marched through the Dead Zoo at least once in primary school. Half the class buzzing with the idea of seeing …
People love the idea of the Liffey. Postcard shots. Reflections. Bridges lit up at night. Looks lovely when you’re walking beside it and don’t have to think about what’s actually …
You get used to daft questions when you’re a tour guide. After a few years, you stop flinching. People are lost, they’re tired, they’re full of jet lag and bad …
You’ll notice it if you’re not from here. No one really says “hello.” Not properly. Not like in other cities where people seem genuinely delighted to see you. In Dublin, …
I used to include the Famine Memorial on maybe one in every five tours. Depends on the group. If they looked like they could handle something heavier than anecdotes about …