We decided to check out the restaurant in the hotel and it turned out very good. It being Good Friday, I stuck with fish,which came with enough chips for a football team. But Warwick decided to laugh danger in the face and have chicken because it came with colcannon. He can cross that off his bucket list now. It was quite nice but a little salty, he says. I got the impression that most people were sticking to fish but no one threatened him with perdition. They had proper young chefs who apparently use fresh local ingredients. They are doing well, we think.
We took the green bus for a tour of the city and got a good sense of the city proper. It's very Georgian and the buildings are made of a light grey stone. The river is picturesque. They seem to have relegated all the modern buildings to the edge of the city and there are no real high rise buildings. We'll go and find some of the museums tomorrow. So many of the main landmarks are named for young rebels who got themselves killed at awfully young ages in the risings. There are lots of statues of famous people, including Oscar Wilde, sitting in the park outside his old house.
This morning we were glad that at the very last moment we had decided to bring our woollen coats and gloves. Though bright and clear, the temperature would be about 3 degrees if we are lucky. So I went looking for a woollen hat or scarf. Not a chance! Despite everyone being rugged up like the Michelin man, the shops are all geared up for summer. Want a bikini for your holiday in Portugal? Step this way, no problem at all. Not a woolly to be seen.
Famished,we found Pacino's in the city where 10 euros got us a fine breakfast of egg and sausage for Warwick and croissant for me with lots of scalding hot tea. Just perfect!
This afternoon we picked up our hire car which turned out to be a black diesel VW Polo - quite sporty. The tom-tom was pressed into action and we soon worked out that the taxi driver who brought us here yesterday must have been 'taking the scenic route' (he did point out Bram Stoker's house and the estate where The Commitments was made)as the drive from the airpot was only a matter of minutes.
I do wish I could sort out the photo issue with this blog.I'll have to think of something.
I'd have killed for a tom-tom on our travels!
ReplyDeleteCan you take some pics for the blog with your Ipad instead of a camera? I'll git back in my box if you had already thought of this...
I have managed a roundabout way of getting photos off the camera. I could get 2 photos into the nect blog. 4 was a step too far. All this lateral thinking is making my brain sore. At my age I shouldn't have to be this resourceful!
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