My third day in Dublin would hone my sense of direction and map reading abilities. My plan for the morning was to visit the Dublin Writers Museum, and to find the Garda Station on Kevin Street on the other side of the River Liffey to take some pictures for my book research. I set out for the Writer’s Museum first, and managed to complete lap of the area back to my AirBnb accommodation instead, a distance of just over a kilometer. I was coming to realise that street signage wasn’t exactly consistent in Dublin. I had at least gotten a good look around the area that part of the book would be set in. I sat down to have a look at my street map. I have never prided myself on my map reading skills, but was noticing an impressive improvement since I’d been in Dublin. I started my journey again, and finally reached Parnell Square and the Writer’s Museum.
Parnell Street/Ryder’s Row
The Irish literary tradition is one of the most illustrious in the world, famous for four Nobel Prize winners and for many other writers of international renown. Situated in an 18th century mansion in the north city centre, the collection features the lives and works of Dublin’s literary icons over the past three hundred years, including Jonathon Swift, Oscar Wilde, W.B. Yeats, and James Joyce presented through their books, letters, portraits and personal items. Through their writing, these authors challenged the standards of social acceptance of their time, as well as the political landscape.
After finishing up at the museum, I headed back to the flat for a brief rest and then headed out again in search of the Kevin Street Garda Station. It was about 4pm by this time. I walked along Capel Street and soaked in the evening ambiance. I walked all the way down to Graftan Bridge across the River, and made it to Temple Bar, passing by Christ Church.
My instructions told me to take a left at Christ Church Place onto Nicholas Street, and then another left onto Kevin Street. Seemed simple enough. This walk was supposed to take me twenty minutes. It would be a further two and a half hours before I found the Garda Station on Kevin Street, taking a scenic route up toward the Guinness Storehouse, almost a kilometer and a half out of the way.
Light was fading fast when I finally found the station. It seemed like it had been a lot of effort for a few photos. However I had been able to have a good look around the surrounding areas, which would help me get a better feel for the place for my writing.
Kevin Street Garda Station
Finally, at around 6.30pm, I was on my way back home. My lower back was aching by now. I knew I would sleep well that night. I considered having dinner at one of the pubs or restaurants in the Temple Bar area, but decided I was far too tired continued on. I did, however, stop for a quick picture of the Hard Rock Cafe (you have to do it!)
Hard Rock Cafe Dublin
As I crossed back over the O’Connell Bridge to the north side of the city, to my left was the picturesque he River Liffey at dusk, and to my right a crowd of thousands of protesters marching against the Trump presidency. I was able to get a good look at the Garda uniform up close as they stood guard while the crowd passed.
I ended my last night in Dublin with a glass of wine watching Gogglebox Ireland with my hosts. Next it’s on to Galway.