Day 21, Monday, 1 October 12
Just a couple days left! Our trip was getting close to the end, but there were still a few things we wanted to do in Dublin. For one thing, we’d hoped to go to the National Museum on Kildare Street—but it is closed on Mondays.
So we shopped! And shopped!
Of course, there are all sorts of things to see too. Dublin has beautiful architecture—and all those colorful Georgian doors—and all sorts of things that are just … different from home. You know? One thing I really love are the statues. This statue of Molly Malone was unveiled in 1988. You know the song, right?
In Dublin’s fair city,
Where the girls are so pretty,
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone,
As she wheeled her wheel-barrow,
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, “Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!”
Dubliners love their statues. They also nickname them. Molly is the Tart with the Cart. James Joyce is the Prick with the Stick. The Spire of Dublin (erected in 2000 to replace Nelson’s Pillar, which the IRA blew up in 1966) is called, among other things, the Stiletto in the Ghetto. All in good fun, of course. 🙂
I was looking for a specific touristy thing—a little ornament—for Alli, who’d e-mailed after she’d gotten home and asked me to get one for her. We dashed into all the cheesy souvenir shops; we even went into the main tourist information place, because they often have souvenirs. I’d seen those ornaments everywhere—but not that day! However, I was amused by a phone conversation I overheard in one gew-gaw shop—a man, apparently the shop’s manager, perhaps talking to a supplier: “You know what I don’t have.” (Pause.) “Sheep.”
Oh, the mind boggles.
I’d remembered the stall vendors in George’s Street Arcade as being way cool—but they were a bit tacky this time around. We didn’t spend much time in the permanent shops; I still had very little energy. Next time!
We actually shopped a little before we made our way to Kildare Street to discover the closed museum. On our way back to the shopping district, we passed the Royal College of Physicians of Ireland. To be perfectly frank, I can’t tell you if it’s a college or a trade organization or a little of both. Maybe you can figure it out.
All this shoppin’ builds up a gal’s appetite, so Gerry walked us to a pub he’d patronized many times: O’Neill’s on Suffolk Street. They had a carvery—a term I wasn’t familiar with; you and I would call it a buffet, perhaps. I had beef and Guinness stew. The place was hopping at 12:30, with lots of Americans as well as locals. Food was delicious, I thought.
When we finally wore down, we cabbed back to Gerry’s and killed a little time until it was time go to the movie. On the way we stopped at a little convenience store and stocked up on candy to sneak into the show; don’t tell anyone!
We saw Loopers. It was a little strange sitting in Dublin watching an American movie (right down to the excessive violence), I must say, but it was good. And that was that. 🙂
Dublin truly is an international city. You can see all sorts of people. I was struck by a lovely Muslim girl wearing a hijab … including a watermelon-red lace undercap that showed across her forehead under the scarf. If you look closely, you can see her in this photo. (Remember, you can click to enlarge the photo, then click again to zoom in.)