The friendly, rainy city
If Dublin is familiar with rain and gusty winds, it is because it has a granite temperament! All the better to wrap a rainbow around you like a scarf in its favourite ‘joie de vivre' colours.
This poet of bad weather did indeed have a stormy youth. However, it has been many a storm since Dubh Linn has been the ‘black pond' of its Gaelic etymology. Its bay, from the air, is like a dark blue eye. But Dublin has colour in its soul: the waves of green that sweep over St. Patrick's Day. And if Dublin were a beer, it would be as clever as a Jack-O'-Lantern which finds its colour even as it changes…
In Dublin, life is gusty and windy, where the best stories worth their salt are tirelessly recounted... Derby on Sunday by the winter light! Greyhound racing at the weekends! Parties and sparkling amber in the pubs, liquid holding-forths... Nosegays of fish and chips burning your fingers... And so many other excuses that allow you to have a good time in good company.
When you are outside in Dublin, the best comfort comes from your friendly neighbour. When they go out, the people of Dublin, to paraphrase Joyce, carry in their soul a little warmth and comfort. They draw this special warmth from the purring fireplaces in their velvet parlours. And they will offer it to you with the disarming kindness that is so typical of them!
For though the pints at your regular might seem destined for the giants that populate Irish folklore, in Dublin, everyone is welcome at the bar, if they can tell a story. As for Dublin's neighbourhoods, they revolve around three centres—the pub, the church, and the stadium—just like the three-leafed Irish shamrock.
It's cold outside, but warm yourself in a crowd with a good laugh, the warm glow of a beer, and a fireplace: the Dublin routine awaits you!