The first time I got to see a windmill up close and in person, it was dark outside and the tavern inside, where we were hoping to get a beer, was closed.  I’d arrived at Le Moulin Defrenne too late. This time, I’m prepared like a Boy Scout. I’ve perused the mill database and concluded that eventually all roads …
Number 29
 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 …
I’d Try To Escape!
 Kilmainham Gaol was infamous for the execution of many Easter Rising rebellion leaders back in the early 1900s, and it’s now famous as a movie set for films such as In the Name of the Father and Michael Collins.  From the outside it is an unassuming yet austere building,  and across the street is a row of swanky new …
Double Bummer
 When I die Dublin will be written in my heart — James Joyce.  William Butler Yeats. Oscar Wilde. James Joyce. GBS (he’s so cool I only have to use his initials). Samuel Beckett. Jonathan Swift. Irish writers are the second reason why I love this place. I didn’t grow up in a rainy city whose dampness would nudge …
I Finally Find My Leprechaun
 Near my hotel at St. Stephen’s Green park:  there is a sculpture entitled Famine by Edward Delaney:  It is one of a score of statues you can find throughout the city to memorialize the Great Famine (An Gorta Mór) that took place between 1845-1852, brought on by potato blight and resulted in some million lives lost from …