In July and August 2005, I spent two weeks in Ireland. Most of it was with a tour group via a public radio station, before I stayed at a Dublin hostel for three days. I just discovered online that the Dublin Writers Museum permanently closed during the pandemic.
A placard on the Oscar Wilde House
Yesterday I spent hours sitting in the park — St. Stephen’s Green — but I also spent some of that time wandering around, looking at flowers and fountains and the lake and ducks. I took a stone footbridge curving over the lake, where a painter used a canvas on an easel (looked like the painting was more or less complete) and where many people stopped to admire the view.