i find myself eavesdropping a lot. on every conversation i can, actually. i like the accent, i guess. and how they call people "lads" instead of "guys."
(molly malone statue at grafton street)our hotel room is nice. the bathroom sink has a shallow basin and a faucet with comically aggressive water pressure, which makes for a pretty cool booby-trap.
(looking out over dublin from the top of the guinness storehouse. i'm getting my hair cut really soon, mom.)the city's centre (see what i did there?) doesn't have many (any) tall buildings.
there don't seem to be any investment bankers lurking about here.