What a coincidence! Marianne, who has attended the Ulysses seminar too, was on the same plane. I got rid of the Greek lady and we caught a bus to town. The bus driver, who apparently did not know the difference between Upper and Lower Dorset Street, dropped me at the wrong bus stop.. With 20 kilos on my back I tumbled along the street, carefully avoiding all the dogshit. Then I realised that it wouldn't matter if I stepped into it - the smell was present everywhere anyway. Greek lady! Come and rescue me! Finally I saw the hostel. I only had to cross this last street, ten metres perhaps ...and then I was almost run over. How could I forget! Look right!
There are also nicer areas in Dublin, of course. We saw Trinity College, a long queue (behind which the Book of Kells was said to be on display), the James Joyce house (a bit disappointing), the Spire (see photo), and the tourism office of course. I had never seen an information centre before where the helpdesks were so well hidden behind the gifts, I must say. Admirable.
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