Americans have a sort of fixation on Ireland as a sort of real life Garden of Eden populated by quaint and lovable characters. We all feel somehow connected to Ireland, even those of us like me who have no ethnic or historical relationship at all. So when I decided that I needed a few days off before yet another business trip to Europe, it seemed a good chance to see what Ireland is really like. And if I accomplished nothing else, maybe I'd find out if Guinness is really better in Ireland. (It is. And the whiskey isn't half bad either.)
Okay, so my first impressions were positive: the weather was a vast
improvement on Glasgow, the taxi driver was friendly, talkative and
full of advice (a big deal for someone from New York City)
and all of the major landmarks were within walking distance of my
hotel on O'Connell Street, just a couple of blocks from the River
Liffey. I came to Dublin to relax; I could have done that just
walking around town and listening to people talk.
On the left we have Grafton Street, a pedestrian shopping street
that's flanked on the north by the statue of Molly Malone (The Tart
With The Cart) and on the south by St. Stephen's Green. This is the
upscale (and tourist, which are frequently the same thing) shopping
district. The other major shopping street is Henry Street, on the
other side of the Liffey. Things are a little less touristy here,
with side streets like the one on the right where the real people
shop. I shot this around nine in the morning, which explains the lack
of crowds. A couple of hours later it was much busier.
In spite of my best efforts, I did get a taste of Dublin's
less secular history. It came in the form of its two cathedrals:
Christchurch and St. Patrick's. Christchurch is attached by a bridge
to Dublinia,
a multimedia show on Dublin's history. (I didn't know that modern
Dublin descends primarily from an English settlement, protected with
walls to keep the wild Irish out. Fortunately, the natives here have
finally emerged from their encounter with England in somewhat better
shape than did native Americans or Australians.) For me, the best
part of Christchurch Cathedral was wandering through the crypt beneath
and viewing the monuments to earlier
times. Amusingly enough, Dublinia is flanked to the
left and
right by relics of a more recent
age.