Hello Blog! return at night, walking home, the streets of Dublin is like a journey into the soul of the city.
're a bit 'tired and dazed from a week of fun and just before, there is a thin drizzle that keeps you awake and fresh and you head home with the desire to recharge.
But while you're there in the heart of the city.
And then you begin to look around and think about the strange urban wildlife around you and share with you this piece of the world.
All in one breath, the peddler of hotdogs, a duo of drunkards, children who attempt the latter approach obviously a wretched evening, the couple that night in the flats that already belongs to him, some annoying characters, one lying on the steps of a Georgian house, a street artist who sings songs and an unknown group of people coming to sing with him, the queue in front of fast food and that for taxis or buses at night, a Garda patrol around control, other guys who are apart but this time to pee in an alley, outputs from the Adda girls hen one of them, the waiters who smoke outside the pub just down shutters, many people who are flocking to the streets to attack the few taxis were not even around in stagecoaches far west, girls who take shelter from the wind rushing over the bridge, the bouncers of the premises trying to figure out when their turn is over, a homeless man who found refuge in a doorway for the night that falls just a bit '.
And you come home, but before entering, I'm still breathing a bit 'of Dublin and its atmosphere.
of which even I, as a bit 'I'm part time.
Who knows, maybe someone in his blog, write me ....
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