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It's me again - I spent the academic year 2008/9 in Dublin, and I thought some of the photos I took might be interesting. Enjoy!



The Eagles House, "Fennelly's" in the book

At the corner of Adelaide Road, where the paving sparkled in the morning sun, Mr Mack waited by the newspaper stand. A grand day it was, rare and fine.


The corner of Adelaide Road and Hudson Road. The shop that used to be on the ground floor has closed.

The shop was on the corner of a lane that led to a row of humbler dwellings.



He told him about the Protestant Church by the railway bridge up Adelaide Road that played hymns on its bells on Sundays. 'Folk have got it wrong, you know. You don't have to walk three times round to make the devil appear.'
'No?'
'Not at all. Just bless yourself as you pass and Old Horny'll come.'



View down Balligihen Avenue, with the sea and Howth in the background.

Balligihen Avenue ended at the sea and when Jim came there he rested on the sea-wall and stared out across Dublin Bay. The city lay under a haze, but Howth was sunny and clear, a sleeveless, sinewy arm thrown out while Dublin dozed.


Dún Laoghaire, formerly Kingstown

The lights of Kingstown shone in rows, twice reflected, three times, in the slowly moving mirror, while away on Howth, the Bailey Light flashed welcoming and warning.






The Presentation Brothers, still recruiting


The Sandycove Martello Tower from the East

Hard above loomed the Martello Tower, looking ghostly and portentous on its grassy knoll.











'You know why they calls it the Forty Foot?'
'Forty feet deep?'
'Not nearly. (...) The Fortieth Foot regiment was stationed at the battery once. Gave their number in line to the best spot for bathing in Dublin.'



The Pavilion Theatre in Dún Laoghaire


The original Kingstown Pavilion, which burned down in 1915

- So this is the famous Pavilion Gardens, said Scrotes. Has the aspect, you'll forgive me, of an ice-cream factory.
- It's intended to resemble a ship on the sea.
- No, definitely an ice-cream manufactory.



The East Pier, Dún Laoghaire

Jim wandered as far as the West Pier where the Helga gunboat gleamed at its mooring. Now he walked back along the harbour front to the East Pier again.


The concrete 'temples' on the pier

He edged along the path, judging the waves and darting between, till he came to the first of the temples. It was filthy dark inside but he still passed through the columns.






The baths today



'Well?' said his father.
'Well what, Da?'
'Aren't you begging to know what Mr MacMurrough wanted with you?'
'To swim, I thought.'
'That's only the start of it. He has a season ticket bought for the Kingstown Baths. Heated pool and sea-water pool, them both.(...)'



A former workhouse in Borrisokane, Co. Tipperary

'Da, it was in the Union you were born. It was, wasn't it? Down Tipperary, Da?'
He swallowed. He took a long time answering. (...) 'What and I was? There's many a man better than me was born in the workhouse. I came into the world with nothing and what I have I have made myself.'



St Joseph's, Glasthule, Co. Dún Laoghaire-Rathdown

The brother reached out and Doyler stepped back. 'What has my badge to do with anything?'
'I will not have agitation in my band.'
'This is the parish of St Joseph's, Brother. Patron of the working man.'



Red Hand badge, Collins Barracks, Dublin

'Don't think I'm long for that band.'
'All because of a badge? That's cracked.'
'Not any badge. The Red Hand of Liberty, emblem of the Citizen Army. Sword and shield of the working man, the red-flag socialists of Liberty Hall.'



Liberty Hall today


Old Liberty Hall, destroyed during the Easter Rising, rebuilt, and finally demolished in the 1950s

He walked along the quay looking down at the lumpy green of the Liffey. (...) He turned the corner into Beresford Place, took the steps at a leap into Liberty Hall.


The Shelbourne Hotel (with the Irish flag), from outside St Stephen's Green

He took a breath, the swung out over the low-banked earth and aimed in a wide arc along the range of buildings. Endless buildings, with four, five, six storeys to them, windows staggered up and down, countless windows, a precipice of brick and glass. He had not thought to ask which one was the Shelbourne.


The College of Surgeons, from St Stephen's Green

Up along the street a trace of bullets came. Jim flattened on top of Doyler and the blast veered short. He sprang up and reached his arms under Doyler's shoulders. He hefted him up. 'MacEmm!' he cried. He was dragging Doyler toward the Surgeons.
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