dublin - day 3

wandering o'connell st, bright and early.

general post office. easter rising 1916.

went to the old library at Trinity College to see the famous illustrated manuscript, Book of Kells and the Long Room.

trinity college.

4-hour walking tour with Paddy Hawe, filled with quirky anecdotes.

famous cafe/restaurant on grafton st.

without any intention to eat lunch there, paddy brought me inside the restaurant to see these wonderful stained glass windows by famous irish artist, Harry Clarke. im a huge fan of his work now.

in order to look at the details, we had to awkwardly hover over the people who actually paid to eat there, but paddy had no shame. haha. intricate, henna-like detail.

cathach bookstore, a rarebook shop. the black book in the center is tales of mystery and imagination by edgar allan poe, with illustrations by harry clark. haunting. beautiful, but also slightly manga-like.

cathach books.

@ trinity. rubrics, one of which samuel beckett would have lived at while teaching at trinity. apparently he hated teaching.

one of the many quads! geological museum building.

geological museum building with very moorish/islamic architecture. didn't expect to find something like this at trinity college.

bottom left corner: paddy hawe.

extinct irish elk. scientific name: megaloceros giganteus. epic name.

college park. i missed the smell of grass! this is where beckett used to play cricket.

corner is kennedy bar, where beckett used to hang out. further down westland row, where oscar wilde was born.

swenys pharmacy. 1 lincoln place. where leopold bloom, from joyce's ulysses, buys a bar of lemon soap. still preserving that old apothecary feel.

"mr bloom raised a cake to his nostrils. sweet lemony wax. - I"ll take this one, he said."

i smelled that very bar of lemon soap that bloom did!

6 clare st (blue door). where beckett's dad used to run his engineering business.

finally, paddy and i spent an hour at the national gallery of ireland to see original jack b. yeat's paintings.

then, we said our goodbyes. i gave him a box of chocolates, and he gave me a book on beckett and a postcard of yeats. im unbelievably grateful that i had a personal, local tour guide show me the literary, and quirky, sites of dublin.

on my own, i headed to the chester beatty library.

lots of middle eastern/asian manuscripts and different types of religious scriptures. very worthwhile.

garden, and other parts of the dublin castle. not a huge fan of the castle.

chapel inside dublin castle.

merrion sq.

wilde.

after chester beatty, i walked all the way to the far east of the city to go to the national print museum. except, when i got there it seemed rundown, empty and spooky so i quickly ran away.

at 5 met up with an nyu student that I know, studying at trinity. hung out for a couple hours and she showed me other areas of town. and finally, i ended my day with a great meal at bewley's.