As I said this morning, the only thing I planned on doing today was going home. It’s a good thing that I didn’t make any big plans, ’cause after last nights onslaught (more on that later still), well, I just wasn’t into it anymore. So I dutifully trudged around, had a cursory look at the National Library’s reading room (which is absolutely lovely), shopped around a bit, loitered in some coffee bar … but I was just done. So I went to the airport, hung around, read my book and flew home.
Still, I had a good couple of days. The Irish, short as they may be, are lovely folk; and Dublin is nice enough if you look past the touristy bits, the malfunctioning of their traffic lights and that annoying habit of driving on the right side of the road. Which is of course totally wrong.