There’s great delight to be taken in Oscar Wilde’s pithy one liners. I’ve found his house and finally found his statue in Merrion Park. I joined other fans just before the rain.
On my walkabout the rains came down like a monsoon. We sprang from the streets to cower in doorways as hail bounced off the ground. More tea was in order before the trek back to Dublin 8.
Do you have a favorite park, bookshop, museum, cafe, or site you’d like to visit again?