Arrival in Dublin
Stepping off Aerlingus at 5am. A long walk down a hushed and eerily lit hallway with the other passengers. Did we really just fly across an ocean?
The sun rose while I was in the bus to the city, revealing a wooden sailing ship, a pyramid, construction cranes and traffic jams. A nice young woman at the Tourist center gave me directions, but there were no street signs anywhere. Coffee at the elegant Eason's bookstore, but not recognizing the titles.
Walking down unfamiliar streets. A fountain with a huge guy holding some wild horses, then a tiny plant in a crack in the sidewalk.