I had dreamed of the Dublin of Joyce, Yeats and Beckett and intended digging out the associations, visiting the bars they drank in, the houses where they lived and the places they described. Yet as it turned out, the bars were the only part of that itinerary I followed. And I returned quite satisfied.
Dublin, more than almost any other city, is a place to amble - stopping for a drink here and there. Even the most avid of culture vultures can console themselves in a pub because the wealth of traditional music struck up in back rooms and upper bars on almost every street says so much about the culture.
We strolled through Temple Bar, Dublin's trendy eating, drinking and entertainment quarter, and simply listened for the sound of a gig or a melancholy Irish love song to draw us in. At the Brazen Head, a 10-minute walk from Temple Bar on Lower Bridge Street and reputedly the oldest pub in the city, the wooden-panelled walls and bright comforting fires are of the variety carefully sought out in the British countryside and virtually extinct in London. On Sunday lunchtime, the music in the equally panelled and welcoming Lanigan's Bar was a delight.
After a while, we realised it is difficult to find a bad bar in Dublin. A few might descend into karaoke instead of home-grown entertainment on a Saturday night, but most provide a good night out. Sean O'Casey's on Marlborough Street is very much a local, with photographs on the wall and the regulars sitting at the bar. It was not particularly young and swinging - the clientele more Auntie Maggie and Granny O'Reilly than your monied twenty- and thirtysomethings - but as a place for people-watching it could not be bettered.
Yet splendid though the bars are, it would be a pity not to take in at least some other parts of the city. In the wake of the film Michael Collins, more people are likely to understand the significance of the post office in O'Connell Street, scene of the Easter uprising of 1916, where if you look hard enough you are supposed to be able to see the remnants of gunfire on the walls. Trinity College, which will also be recognisable to film lovers as the location of Educating Rita, has the air of an Oxford or Cambridge and a history to match. Some guidebooks warn of queues to gaze on its most precious treasure, the 8th-century Book of Kells, but on a winter weekend lunchtime there were none. No doubt the summer is busier. Even so, a wait and the pounds 3.50 entrance ticket would be worth it. Illuminated reproductions from four calfskin volumes show more pages than can be seen for real - given the impossibility of allowing the public to turn the pages of the genuine volumes under glass at the end of the exhibition. Upstairs, you can marvel at the stunning panelled Trinity College library.
My cultural find of the weekend was one many would avoid, however. The typical city museum with Stone Age flints or 18th-century pottery seems to fill all but the greatest museum fans with dread (I admit I love them), but to miss the National Museum in Kildare Street might be a mistake. Most memorably, it contains a large and jaw-dropping collection of distinctive early Celtic jewellery in shimmering gold. The torques, or twisted gold collar necklaces, would not look out of place in one of the city's modern jewellery shops.
The weekend visit settled into a neat pattern. A stroll through the streets where good-humoured buskers vie for attention. Lunch in one of the bars or the cafe-restaurants which give Dublin the atmosphere of a cosmopolitan European city, followed by a dose of culture. Tea at Bewley's, where it seems as if all the city queues for its mid-morning or mid-afternoon sustenance, then a touch of shopping in stores where the assistants seem as delighted to serve you as the barmen in the pubs and finally time for a drink.
So I am yet to spend a day following the path of Joyce's hero in Ulysses. I might have been irritated beyond words at such a failure, but the laid- back creature I became in the city's bewitching company did not mind one jot. Apart from having an excellent time even without Joyce (or indeed Yeats or Beckett) I had decided almost upon arrival that I was going to have to visit again. And I willn
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