Dublin fringe
I take it back about the small village. We love big cities. They’re not always friendly but Dublin has been kind to us, most generously putting on a Fringe festival for us, and we happen to be staying in Temple Bar, the heart of all the theatrical happenings.
We’ve seen two plays: “I’m sorry & I’m sorry”, at the Samuel Beckett theatre in Trinity College and “Poet No. 7” (after getting very lost) at Smock Alley in Temple Bar. We’ve drunk several pints of Guinness, wandered the streets, ate overpriced Indian and been generally happy. And tonight, we’re off to the Spiegeltent to do some dancing!
Our guide in all this meandering has been a crumpled piece of paper that has been in my back pocket the whole time we’ve been here, an impromptu guide to Dublin created for us by Pete and Bianca at a restaurant by the water in Kastellorizo last week. Thanks to them we’ve found Doheny and Nesbitt’s, Farrington’s, and the excellent cafe at the Irish Film Centre. And eaten a pub lunch.
