A look at Dublin and Ireland Archaeology

In Ireland for the first time.
The Custom House in Dublin, on the River Liffey.

Tara and I boarded our first plane Tuesday morning. After a 6 hour layover in Washington, D.C., we boarded our second plane and in 7 hours arrived in Dublin. Exhausted. Sadly, during that time, Tara developed a cold. Though we felt excited and upbeat at first, the kiddo was wiped out by noon.

I was tired too, but tucked my sweetie into bed and went out to take a look at Dublin. Our room is in the center of town, near the mouth of River Liffey, a couple of blocks from Trinity College. I walked along the water at first, and admired The Custom House across the water. Then I made my way south through the streets past Trinity College. School was clearly in session and crowds of young people pressed past me on the sidewalk, all the boys in suits and slacks – they looked so nice.

Sights of Dublin on the way to Trinity College.
Streetcar curves past shops near Trinity College.

 

Narrow streets of Dublin.
St. Andrews Church
Springs blossoms in front of St. Andrews Church.

Dublin has so many smiling happy chatty people. I’ve had five random strangers strike up a conversation with me. One guy watched me taking photos of St. Andrews Church.

“You wanna take a photo of me? I’m famous.”

“Oh yeah,” I ask, “what for?”

“Football,” he replies.

“Unfortunately,” I tell him, and this is with real regret, “I know nothing about football.” I’m sure he’s not famous, but it would be nice to know more about the World’s Favourite Sport.

“You must be from America,” he says. And we both know Americans are famous for being completely out of the football/soccer loop compared to most of the rest of the world. “So what’s it like? Living in America?”

I tell him that so far, Dublin is a lot like Oregon. Same climate, same early stage of Spring, same plants grow here. He talks about Trump a little, and says he’s not racist like people are in America.

I walked past Trinity College and continued south to the National Museum of Ireland – Archaeology, because it was one thing I wanted to do, and wasn’t sure if Tara did. I found the museum easily and was pleased to see that the entrance fee is free. This is one of those museums in which the building itself is a big attraction. I happened to stop first at the almost-identical library across the parking lot (oops forgive me: carpark), and shot a photo of the whole building (which is enormous):

National Museum of Ireland – Archaeology
The entire floor inside is mosaic tile. Some places are so beautiful that I hesistated to walk on it.
Columns inside the museum.
Decorated bronze mount.
Ancient carved stone.
Roman silver artifacts.
Exceptional metalwork
Carved stone 1-2 century AD
Golden cross.

After the museum I found a convenience store and bought some medicine for Tara, then went back to the room to deliver hot lemon medicated tea and cough syrup.

It was quiet and warm in the room and I couldn’t help it but take a nap! Later that evening, I went back out for sustenance and found quite by accident, two great places. I stepped into The Vintage Kitchen and put my name down for an 8:30pm table, then went next door to Mulligans.

It turns out that Mulligans Pub is an old and famous pub! Apparently James Joyce drank here, as well as John Kennedy. I was treated well and surrounded by Irishmen, their accents rising around me. I finished my pint of Five Flags lager, and walked back over to the kitchen.

The Vintage Kitchen is another narrow, quirky place with immediately friendly staff. The waiter insisted that if I like seafood, I needed to order the chowder. I obeyed. I enjoyed the quirky atmosphere and in no time had my chowder, which is to die for. I filled a little dish with mussel shells that I dug out of it, and dunked a variety of homemade breads into it. The chowder, though listed under “starters,” was a meal unto itself. Alas, I still had a risotto coming. No worries though, once I crammed as much of the fabulous risotto with kale (and leeks and broccoli) into myself, I asked them to pack up the rest for my sick kid. Tara was happy to take the leftover dinner off my hands.

John Mulligan’s Pub around the corner from our AirBnb.
Inside the pub
Inside The Vintage Kitchen
The rain makes everything sparkle at night.
Pubs and cobbled streets.

We had a better look at Dublin the next day.

21 thoughts on “A look at Dublin and Ireland Archaeology

  1. What a shame about the cold. I once sat on a bench in London with a gentleman who told me had been an Irish rugby international. I looked him up when I got home. He had told the truth

  2. I’m hoping Tara feels better soon. I can’t imagine their disappointment laying sick in bed in Ireland of all places. Oh my gosh, the museum floor! To meet a famous Irish Futebol player and you did not get his picture – for shame. haha. Love you.

    1. I did not take his photo…what a loss. You know, since I know nothing about footbal, he actually COULD have been a star. Ah well. T is feeling much better today…a few days later. Poor kid has been sick for days. What rotten luck. Love you too, Cuz.

  3. Poor Tara! I know how she feels, that happened to me when I went to Hawaii.

    The picture of the National Museum of Ireland – Archaeology is incredible. Ireland is on my list of places I need to see.

    1. Glad you love the photo of the museum – it was pure accident that I got that photo. I was simply wandering around, taking pics of cool stuff. Then later realized that was the museum I had been trying to find. How lucky! Yes, my Tara has been sick but it is getting better. And I don’t think I am getting sick, which is a surprise, because I was sure I would pick it up. Four days here and T is feeling much better now!

  4. Tara is pulling my trick. It doesn’t happen often, but I’ve started several trips under the weather. So, is “I am a famous footballer,” a new line? πŸ™‚ –Curt

    1. Tara steadily got better and we agreed that as much as it was a bummer, sleeping all day on day #1 in Ireland was the best decision Tara could have made.

      We are still here right now and it seems like a dream to me too!! I keep getting surprised with the idea of it – omigosh, we’re in Ireland! πŸ™‚

      1. Hehe, excellent! We are on the same continent, yeahh! And almost in the same time zone. Still sea in between though. Quick, meet someone with the private plane and fly over. πŸ˜‰

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