A forever visual I have of Dublin is of its streets lined with rows upon rows of Georgian houses…

 

Someone like me, who needs a GPS to get out of a parking garage, might have a hard time locating her own house here.  Perhaps the brightly painted doors can provide some assistance:

 

Of all these wonderful doors, there’s really only one I want to walk through at this moment…

 

at Number 29 Fitzwilliam Street Lower:

 

The townhouse, now known as the Georgian House Museum, was built toward the end of 1793 and its first occupant was Mrs. Olivia Beatty, a mother of 7 who became widowed at the age of 33.  Her late husband was a well-to-do wine merchant. Mrs. Beatty lived to be 83.  That’s a long time to be a single parent.

 

I’m the first visitor to walk through the door this morning, and the lovely lady who greets me apologizes for making me wait until she could secure a tour guide for me, even though I would not have minded touring the house on my own. Apparently a large group had already booked the first tour from the night before. She leads me to the kitchen and pours us some tea…

 

but before I even take my first sip, I’m plucked from my seat to join the big group. 

There are original and reproduced structures, furniture and artifacts in this house to give the visitors a glimpse at Neo-Classical architecture and decorative design of the late 1800s and early 1900s.  What I enjoy the most is peeking inside the cupboard behind the kitchen then upstairs in the attic inside a wooden cradle, where there is a precious child’s nightgown of Irish linen and embroidery. No photography is allowed so you’ll have to take my word for it.

If you don’t love going to museums to look at art on the wall, I’d recommend visiting these types of “living” museums that are perhaps more relatable.

Back on the street, I take a few parting shots of the city…

 

And on the last walk back to my hotel before leaving Dublin I happen along a bronze sculpture of one of my favorite writers, W. B. Yeats, by one of my favorite artists, Henry Moore:

 

I’m a happy camper. Tomorrow, let’s get back to the business of fashion on the road.