Day 2 in Ireland (an account of the Irish countryside on Day 1 can be found here) started with a massive storm. I could hear the wind, hail and who knows what else pounding my window through the night and the wind was howling as I put my parka on in the morning. It had stopped raining but in case the rain picked up again I dropped my backpack off at the hotel reception. The little guidebook I checked out from the Boston University library recommended a cafe along the river, so I battled some serious wind to get to the River Liffey (at one of the churches I saw later that day, two of the employees were saying wind gusts were topping 80 miles an hour. I don’t know if the wind was THAT intense but it certainly made for an interesting time).
I saw some, um, interesting things along the way. Not surprisingly, there are references all around Dublin to the British occupation of Ireland that only ended in the 1920s and continued to be contentious into the 1990s. I passed a bridge pictured below that had the lion and unicorn from the British coat of arms, but instead of roaring, the lion and unicorn appear to be cowering from the Celtic harp that represents Ireland.
Another shocker on my way to the cafe was an entire building covered in Marxist propaganda advocating the Solidarity movement and early 20th century Irish leader James Connolly. I’ll be honest, I did not expect this:
It was a reminder that the very warm and welcoming Irish people I had met the day before in the countryside arise out of a violently tumultuous history. All around Dublin there are statues and monuments to the plight of the Irish people; the most poignant one to me was the reflection pool in remembrance to those who died fighting for independence in the Easter Rising of 1916:
I didn’t “feel” the struggles of Irish history in the countryside the day before, but Dublin the presence of history is physically ingrained in the city. There was definitely a sense of humor in the city, though. I passed these signs several times around the city:
Yes, that sign says “National Smack A Bum Day” and encourages city residents to “Smack That Booty”. I really appreciate the line in smaller print that says “Get Everyone In The Office Involved”. Maybe I’ve spent a little too much time on this side of the pond but I thought it was pretty entertaining.
I made my way over to Dublin Castle on the suggestion of both Nick – who went to Dublin on his own a couple weeks ago – and the guidebook. I didn’t read the guidebook very carefully, though, so I got lost on my way to the castle. Why? Because I was looking for a…castle. Turns out, Dublin Castle is definitely not a castle! It’s a modern administrative-looking building set on the underground ruins of the ancient Dublin Castle.
See the castle? I didn’t either…
I took a (free!) tour of the underground archaeological dig underneath the administrative building. I didn’t get any pictures of the underground portion because the tour guide was fascinating, telling the history of Dublin from a Viking village to the modern city! I even got to hear another tour group, whose tour was conducted entirely in Gaelic. The part of me that loves linguistics got irrationally excited to hear Gaelic spoken by native speakers.
The tour staff recommended to me a cafe called the Queen of Tarts that had the “best scones in Ireland”. It was. Scones and tea at the Queen of Tarts could not have been better:
With a warm apple cinnamon scone and peppermint tea as fuel for the afternoon, the next stop was Christchurch Cathedral across the street. Nothing in the interior of the church was particularly inspiring – honestly European cathedrals start to look a bit the same after a semester – but on a whim I nipped down to the crypt. WOAH.
The crypt was massive and completely deserted. A lone voice played over a recording from some unknown corner of the crypt repeating the history of the church under English rule. The only lighting came from creepy Christmas decorations, throwing long shadows across the empty eyes of aged stone busts. Casually leaning against the wall (pictured above) there was a stone coat of arms of the British monarchy what must have been the period of British rule! The church had so many pieces of history from different time periods, they didn’t seem to know what to do with them all.
Another neat aspect of the crypt was a set of empty costumes (again, the experience was creepy) from The Tudors, which was on Showtime for several season recreating Henry the Eight’s rule of England. They apparently filmed in Ireland and used Christchurch Cathedral for scenes depicting weddings, coronations, etc.
I wandered for much of the rest of the day since my flight wasn’t until almost 8 pm that night. Other adventures for the day included St. Stephen’s Green:
And some of the famous shopping streets, which were decorated for Christmas:
(Yep, the sign is in Gaelic.)
I ducked into the national history museum when it started raining and got to see replicas of what Dublin looked like as a Viking trading post. Nick was particularly taken with Dublin’s Viking history when he visited, so I did my best to see as much of the museum as I could. There were artifacts over 2000 years old!
And finally, my favourite bit of the city was on one of the bridges over the River Liffey:
That was the end to my two day, jam packed tour of Dublin and the surrounding countryside. I hope to explore more of the countryside and I was quite taken with the people; those who I interacted with were exceptionally warm and pleasant.
Though I only have a week left in London, it’s Christmas Market season, so my next post will include some of London’s best Christmas offerings! Of course I have a final this week, and next Saturday Nick and I are off on a six day adventure to Rome and Berlin before returning to Texas – basically, there is a ton packed into the time I have left here! Stay tuned.