Photo by Ashley
Silk blouse: thrift store
Shorts: A Clean Slate Shorts, c/o Modcloth
Sunglasses: Karen Walker
Bag: thrift store
After a day’s worth of traveling and another day spent walking all over the south part of Dublin I’m pretty exhausted so I’ll keep this short, but I just wanted to share a few pictures from our first day here. My dad had to work during the day, so my mom and sister Ashley and I just wandered around the city, exploring and checking a few places off our lists. We walked past Oscar Wilde’s childhood home (he might be my favorite Irish writer so I was happy), then went into the Natural History Museum, which was pretty great. Ashley read about it in a guidebook that talked it up for being Victorian-creepy, and it was right–lots of Victorian era stuffed birds, taxidermy rabbits and squirrels, and even bugs and sea creatures. The place smelled like dust and formeldahyde (in the best way possible), and the only bad part about it was that Drew couldn’t be there to see it.
Then it was my turn to pick a destination and I said, uh, Topshop. Maybe I was influenced by all the great outfits I was seeing just about everywhere . . . It seems like all the girls in Dublin are dressed in little floral dresses with black tights and some amazing sort of coat or cape–walking down Grafton Street made me want to go into Topshop and spend all my money, which I could have done in a heartbeat. Especially because it’s a thousand times less scary than the NYC one, with less colored lights and dance club music. There were so many fisherman knit sweaters and duffle coats and plaid shorts and clogs to get tempted by that I got overwhelmed and didn’t buy anything. Instead I ended up buying a dress at Zara, even though we have a Zara in Atlanta. Oh well. It will be my Ireland souvenir.
We ended our day with a pretty great fish and chips dinner in Temple Bar and I was so tired that I went back to our hotel and read a guidebook and re-read the Ireland travel suggestions a bunch of you left in the last post. I have another question too . . . can any of you recommend any good Irish novels? I was reading a Eudora Welty book before I left but would rather read something Irish while I’m here. I was thinking maybe something by Elizabeth Bowen, because she was friends with Eudora and wrote during the time period I like best for literature. But really anything . . . except maybe James Joyce, because once I tried to read Ulysses and didn’t have the brains necessary to get past the third page.