A final wandering about

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The end of Grafton St., St. Stephen's mall on the left.
I had to wake up early to check out. Ate breakfast alone again in the "restaurant," which is an old church turned into a cafeteria-ish setting where I ate my free toast and cereal. Yay for free. I had to get them to hold my bag for me, though, which was a confrontation that resulted in me getting hit on by the hostel guy. I guess it's because I look Irish. A lot of other people here are really pale with freckles, too, which made me really happy.

Today I did a lot of walking... I went to Grafton Street, which is known to be one of the biggest shopping streets in the city, and thought about buying a lot of things, and didn't really buy anything. Well... I did buy a sweater, actually, which was a surprise. I don't buy a lot of clothes.
The entrance to St. Stephen's Green
Anyway, Grafton ends into St. Stephen's Square, so I walked around in there... that was a really great time... it's a very beautiful park. I took a bunch of pictures. There were people feeding ducks, playing with their kids, enjoying the surprise of a sunny Dublin morning, and a rainbow of leaves scattering themselves over the grass. Then I went to Merrion Square, which is another garden-type area where Oscar Wilde apparently used to hang out. Also a beautiful park, but different. There were a lot of neat lamp posts, and the trees and bushes surrounded the perimeter and the pathways so you felt kind of sneaky walking around in there. I guess it's a Georgian square, and that's cool for some reason. That's what the book said. Next to the park was the house Oscar Wilde used to live in, and I really wanted to go see that, but the last tour ends at 11:15 AM, and I got there at 45 past.
Lake/pond thing in St. Stephens
Isn't that kind of early to stop tours? I was mad.

Then I didn't really have anything else to do, and it was only 11:45... The National Gallery of Ireland was down the road, and free, so I went there for a while and bummed around. Another one of my little "fitting in" tricks that I do if I'm in an exhibit that I don't know much about, is to go to the paintings that have the little ears posted by them, indicating that it's part of the listening tour, and is probably owed special attention. So I was standing in front of a Van Dyke (who I at least know is a famous portrait artist), and one of the museum guys comes up to me and starts talking to me about the painting. He actually ended up taking me to see a few more paintings and told me stories about them.
Another of the same... I love the trees here...
The stories were very good, but are far too long to type here, and if you want to hear them, you should definitely call me. He basically talked to me about how the Rembrandt painting we went to might not have actually been painted by Rembrandt, and how we might be wrong about a lot of paintings' authorship, so to speak, because they all had students, etc. Very random, and very interesting. Then I ate some soup in the museum and tried to figure out what the heck to do for the rest of the day.

I walked back through a lot of shops, and tried to get back to O'Connell without a map, which, in a round about way, I was actually able to do. I went through Temple Bar again on my way back, and heard Irish music coming from one of the pubs.
People enjoying the morning
It was called the Oliver Saint John Gogarty, and I was excited about the music, so I went inside and stood by the door, and listened to the people play. In Ireland there is also no smoking inside. I'm definitely living in the wrong country, I guess. Anyway, that was a nice 10 minutes or so, but I was starting to feel weird standing by myself by the door instead of sitting at a table being an old Irish man, so I moved slowly back towards the hostel.

I had a grumpy situation getting on the bus to the airport, but I got home eventually. When I say home, I mean back to my room in London. I was really surprised that I was able to go to a foreign country by myself and get along fine... I mean, it was very lonely a lot of the time, but I think I have a lot less faith in myself than I should have. Even though it made me realize that I am fully capable of taking care of myself, if need be, I still wished that I had had someone with me to share it. I don't know how people travel alone. Maybe they are a lot braver than me.
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The end of Grafton St., St. Stephe…
The end of Grafton St., St. Steph…
The entrance to St. Stephens Green
The entrance to St. Stephen's Green
Lake/pond thing in St. Stephens
Lake/pond thing in St. Stephens
Another of the same... I love the …
Another of the same... I love the…
People enjoying the morning
People enjoying the morning
Taking a peaceful walk
Taking a peaceful walk
Another shot of the trees
Another shot of the trees
Merrion Square. Doesnt look like …
Merrion Square. Doesn't look like…
Merrion Sq., contd
Merrion Sq., cont'd
Tribute to Oscar Wilde
Tribute to Oscar Wilde
Oh, The Shape of Things...
Oh, "The Shape of Things"...
One of my favorites
One of my favorites
The house Oscar Wilde grew up in o…
The house Oscar Wilde grew up in …
The bar where I went to listen to …
The bar where I went to listen to…
Another sunset before I said farew…
Another sunset before I said fare…
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