Filed under: City, Europe, Travel | Tags: City, dog, Dublin, graffiti, Ireland, murals, photos, street, wall art, West Highland terrier
Having had what has felt like a never-ending week, it’s quite nice to flick back through the Dublin photos to post them here. This time last week I was drinking too many Guinnesses and cracking jokes and having a hilarious time. Not that I can complain, though. This evening I’m having friends over for dinner then we’re going to the pub next door for shisha and bunny-spotting (really, there are bunnies in the shisha area, just hopping around). Not bad for a Friday. Have a good weekend all!
Filed under: City, Europe, Travel | Tags: City, city break, Dublin, Grafton Street, Guinness, Halpenny Bridge, Ireland, Oscar Wilde, photos, pub, River Liffey, St Patrick's Cathedral, Temple Bar, weekend
I fell in love with Dublin over the weekend. Camera in hand, I went for a wander in the couple of hours leading up to sunset. It reminds me somewhat of London, or of everything I like about London, but on a smaller scale. Dubliners are friendlier than Londoners by some way too. The only thing I didn’t like so much was that the weekend had to end at all. There are a few more photos to come!
Filed under: City, Holidays/Festivals | Tags: alcohol, church, City, common, fountain, Guinness, Ireland, Irish, London, National Gallery, Nelson's Column, photos, pond, Richmond, St Martin In The Fields, St Patrick, St Patrick's Day, steeple, Trafalgar Square
Happy St Patrick’s Day to you all! I indulged the Irish half of me with half a pint of Guinness – I was tipsy and light-headed after that. Apologies for the crappy Blackberry photo. I decided against hauling a camera into work today. To compensate, here are a few that I took yesterday.
I love London in this weather. When it’s grey and dreary, it can look so ugly but it’s a treat for the eyes when spring arrives. I walked from Grays Inn Road to Russell Square, along Southampton Row and Kingsway, down Aldwych and along the strand to Trafalgar Square. I felt like I wasn’t just tolerating London because it’s my home city, but that I was actually enjoying it for what it had on offer. Minus a few smokers behind whom I had to walk. Pet hate: standing downwind from a lit cigarette. Sign of a true Londoner: finding something to whinge about even when it’s a gorgeous day.
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