Of Grafton street and Hanbury lane

It finally happened, I'm at the boarding gate 423, about to get into the plane that will take me out of Dublin.

It seems I didn't get convinced by this article. Still, I've tried to see most of the things on that list, and seen a fair bit of the island.

I am not sad, I was expecting myself to break down and make a big Greek drama, but nothing like that happened. In the end, Dublin is the one place (with Buenos Aires) where I'll be coming back often.

Still, this song has been in my head for days.