Today I walked over the river Liffey to visit the Old Jameson Distillery.
That’s me there blocking the view of the river. The main whiskey production happens in Cork now, but the Jameson site in Dublin still sells the good stuff. I picked up some samples.
While walking around the northern part of Dublin, I found a mail box. It’s the closest thing to a leprechaun that I’ve seen so far.
The Dublin Writer’s Museum was only a walk away, and if you can believe it, not terribly crowded!
No pictures were allowed inside, but I was able to view many first editions, personal letters (written in old-timey cursive that I honestly cannot decipher), and a few artifacts like playbills and typewriters. The bust of Shaw was my favorite because he was such a hairy bastard.
The expected writers were extolled: Swift, Shaw, Beckett, Stoker, Joyce, Wilde, and Heaney, but I also took down notes on some books for my To Read list. These included Knocknagow by Charles Kickham, Melmoth the Wanderer by Charles Robert Maturin, Some Experience of an Irish RM by Somerville, and At Swim Two Birds by Flann O’Brien.
While walking about I came across two more literary points (pints?) of interest.
This is a small inlay on the sidewalk on Grafton Street.
This is a life sized sculpture of the larger-than-life Oscar Wilde.
It looks like his head turned towards me in that second picture. Could he be any cooler.
Yesterday I went to the Guinness factory and then on the literary pub crawl so basically today was a repeat of booze then books because this is Ireland and that’s how it goes.
Tomorrow night I fly back to London.
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