Dublin in sunshine
I’m sitting on my bed in the tiny room at the Charles Stewart guesthouse in Dublin. It’s a twin room, strangely organized with the beds head to head, a wall protruding in between them. The room is so small that in order to open the wardrobe you have to remove the chair from the desk, and even then only one of the doors will open.
My face feels tired from the wind and sun. We’ve made the best of the fine weather, knowing that it won’t last ’til the weekend. This morning we headed out to the botanical gardens, which are a short bus ride outside of the city centre. It was nice strolling around looking at the different plants, trees and squirrels. The most interesting tree was a cork oak tree, not looking anything like Ferdinand’s, but with a very interesting bark.
The rest of the day we’ve spent (mostly window-) shopping and walking around Temple Bar, Grafton Street and our area, north of the Liffey.
Tomorrow we’re getting up at 5.40 to catch a train to Limerick, from where we’ll go on a coach tour of the Cliffs of Moher. So it’s an early night tonight.