Lit in Dublin
When I thought of the title, I had to post about our Dublin trip. Pubs. Poets. Music. Chat. History. Architecture. Street Art. Lots of Walking. But mostly pubs and poets. Lit. Dublin grew on me slowly over our four-day visit. It started slow, with some trepidation and worries of being let down. My expectations were probably sky-high. But gradually, she works her magic on you, with her quiet, unpretentious charm. Our hotel was in what I would call a transitional area. I imagine a lot of Dublin often feels transitional. It's fortunes seem to always be either peaking or plunging. It's currently on a downward slide and the economy seems strained. Everything is expensive, but the town is shabby in many places. Tourists and (seemingly downtrodden) townies rub shoulders in both fancy and grubby neighbourhoods. It's not a clean city like some in Europe, but then there are blocks of gleaming glass office blocks. Low-key is the phrase that I think best describes ALL the people I sa...
