Blimey Lizzy, I did not realise I was capable of writing on here when I was asleep and dreaming

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Thank you, Kieron, and it was good to finally meet your lovely Irish self, too. Thanks for arranging the get-togethers!
Also, it was good to meet again with Helen from Dublin and Sheila from Kilkenny, both of whom I met in Berlin, but too briefly. Helen, you said I'd get over my tendency to romanticise Ireland to hell and and back. I think I am a lost cause

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I will jot down some of my concert highlights in one of the other threads, but here are some highlights of the rest of being in Dublin:
1. Staying in the North Star Hotel with Margaret. The hotel was fine, apart from having a window that would not close, and a bar that would not open. Margaret was marvellous company for the two days.
2. Visiting the National Library, where we arrived just in time for a free showing of a short Ibsen play, which was excellent. Then came the WB Yeats exhibition: what a top-rate audio-visual display of his life and works. Thanks for mentioning it earlier in this thread, Ken; we might have missed it otherwise.
To pick one short quotation; these lines from Under Ben Bulben appear on Yeats' gravestone. I thought they had an arresting, haiku-like quality, particularly in such a context:
Cast a cold Eye
On life, on death.
Horseman, pass by
3. Getting off at the wrong bus stop and seeing the Oscar Wilde statue in Merrion Square, accompanied by plinths covered in some of his words, such as "The well-bred contradict other people. The wise contradict themselves." and "You have to set yourself to music."
4. Visiting Kilmainham Goal. The guided tour, including details of those who have been executed in the history of Ireland's struggles, was very affecting. The stories of children sent to prison for stealing food when they were starving during the famine were also terribly sad.
5. Meeting up with all you lovely people, above mentioned, plus Jimmy O'Connell and sister Pat, Jarkko and Eija, Henning and Elke, Dick, Linda, Andrea plus husband and son, Tim, Willy and Wybe, Ken, Padma, and Miriam (apologies if I have forgotten anyone my memory is not the best). See you all again soon I hope.
Go raibh maith agat,
Diane
ps Andrew! we visited the Clifton Court Hotel. Alas, Sean was off sick, we were told by his barman friend. We left a note behind the bar for him, anyway. We had a nice meal there, Margaret and I, and it did look as if it would be a nice place to stay. Mission semi-accomplished.