Be a tourist in your own town: Dublin

I love to see daffodils at the beginning of spring. In Ireland, daffodil is a symbol of an Irish Cancer Society, so on March 23rd it's going to be sold all over the city, with the money raised going into the cancer research. But for now, I'm just pleased to finally see some flowers.

Tiny lake is in the same park, right in the heart of the city. This place holds so many memories. I remember quietly saying temporary goodbye to a close friend in the white gazebo. Laying on the grass during my lunch hour, when I used to work 50 meters from the park, surrounded by what felt like hundreds of people, because this place gets incredibly crowded with even a hint of sunshine. And having a long discussion about the life of a foreigner in Ireland with a charming old man, on one very odd hangover morning. What was I even doing in town?

Ha! Typical Dublin. 

 

Sure thing, I'll try not to bark.

Apparently some pub doors are meant to be taken out of the hinges, to be left left along the walls of the pub for a day. Such pretty doors too.