I didn’t plan this. Dublin wasn’t even on the list of places to visit. I had been to Dublin before and loved it. It’s a livable, walkable city with a great vibe. Not beautiful and grand like Paris or Lisbon, but a charm of its own. But I started working on a project with a good friend who lives here and decided to change things a little. Okay, a lot as my original plan was to go to Croatia.
I knew I had to be in London to fly back to LA and wanted to spend some time in the UK to visit with friends. So I looked on the calendar and thought March 16th would be good, as that would give me a couple of weeks in the UK. And it meant more time being able to speak English (not that it has been that difficult–the most difficult place being Warsaw).
So I booked a flight, figuring it’ll be no problem finding an apartment on Airbnb or, if I have to, a hotel.
Hmm…doesn’t seem to be many apartments available under something like $400. Huh…hotels seem pretty pricey too. Then it hit me. March 17th. St. Patrick’s Day. Dublin.
Well, the apartment was out. And fortunately, I found a nice hotel at a decent price in a convenient location.
And I was set for St. Patrick’s Day. When I arrived the night of the 16th, I could see the buildings bathed in green light:
The next morning, the city was a sea of people dressed in their finest green:
The parade itself was almost secondary to the people watching, mostly because you couldn’t see much of it unless you got there early enough to get a front row view. So I, like everyone else, used my camera holding it high over people’s heads so I could enjoy the parade…after it was over and I could see what the pictures were.