When I die Dublin will be written in my heart.
James Joyce
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The Life in Dublin
Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da
Wack fall the daddy-o, wack fall the daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar
Our last, full day in Dublin started out special. We met an old aquaintance of mine, Lorraine, for breakfast at Bewley’s.
Hop On – Hop Off
Dublin university contains the cream of Ireland: Rich and thick.
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Tourist Information, taptaptap and the woman on fire
In Dublin’s fair city,
Where the girls are so pretty,
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
Today was spent organizing the rest of the week and soaking up the local atmosphere of Dublin. We got off to a bit of a late start, but rather than feeling stressed we enjoyed the great weather and strolled down O’Connell street in search of a good breakfast and (according to my mother) the most important thing one can get on a trip like this: postcards and stamps.
Temple Bar Area
If ever you go to Dublin town
In a hundred years or so
Inquire for me in Baggot Street
And what I was like to know.
Patrick Kavanagh
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