Dublin, 26.9.2025: Mellifluous Voice and Dublin's Fair City

Statue of Molly Malone by Jeanne Rynhart on Grafton Street, Dublin, photo by Wikimedia user Wilson44691

As we boarded our flight from Dublin to Chicago on the 26th, this happened:

We were in that long line that forms in a tunnel from the waiting room to the door of the plane, as people go through the plane door one by one, sometimes slowly, causing a line to form behind them.

Dublin, 25.9.2025: Tourist Tat and Famine Reminders

This is our transition day, the limbo day between, well, being in Ireland and going home. So we’ve taken it fairly easy and not pushed ourselves. I had read of a shopping center near Stephen’s Green that we hadn’t yet visited, so we walked there mid-morning, another pleasant sunny September morning. I enjoyed passing a row of brightly painted doors in Georgian townhouses that we’d passed before, and seeing them once again in the morning sunlight, bright yellows, reds, blues, pinks, greens beaming in the light.

Dublin, 24.9.2025: Oscar Wilde and Chicken and Ham Pie

Steve has gotten sick, just as he did when we went to Lisbon in December — a hacking cough, constant sneezing and sore throat, fever in the afternoon and evening yesterday. So we slept as long as we could this morning and when we got up with plans to go to the chapel at Dublin Castle so that I could see and photograph the carving of Brian Boru at the chapel entrance, he insisted we take a taxi.