Dublin. Oh boy… What do I remember? One, the cliche about the redheads is true. They are everywhere. I felt right at place! No weird looks, no name-calling. Heavenly! Two, Penny’s. I’m not a big fan of Primark stores. They’re often too crowded, too unorganized and overall too big. This time things were different. K arrived in Dublin later than I did, so I had some time to spare to explore the stores without having to bore my boyfriend with it. I actually hoped to come across Grafton Street (I did not have a map or internet) by randomly walking around, but I ended up on O’Connell street and Henry street instead. I wandered into Penny’s on O’Connell street out of curiosity and was surprised to find the store almost abandoned. I bought a lovely coat and the obligated pajama (Europeans will know what I’m talking about!), and then headed to the Debenhams on Henry street. I was hungry and craving their raspberry scones and a coffee after my flight. The rooftop view from their restaurant is pretty amazing. After a good few hours I realized Grafton Street was on the other side of the river Liffey and I found my way there after passing through Temple Bar. The area around Grafton Street and St Stephens Green was by far my favorite in the city. The fact that Reiss, Ted Baker, Topshop and Brown Thomas are located there might have had something to do with it. When I finished my shopping I sat down in the Marks & Spencer cafe with a hazelnut latte and waited for K to arrive. He had been in Limerick for work that week and had invited me to fly over for an extra weekend in Dublin. I must say I like his business trips!
And a few words about Ryanair: worst flying experience ever. That’s all.