On the wall of a three-story Georgian mansion with a brilliant cast hammer on the door ivy twig is creeping. Windows are located on Stephen’s Green – square by its irregular and bird discordant more like a forest. The interior is struggling to emphasize the oldness of Hotel Stautons on the Green, but it goes much better with boards creaking incredibly musically under the rugs of local stairs.
At breakfast there disposes a ceremonious well-educated old woman who is so much like Mrs. Hudson, that this is her likeness, certainly excuses her slowness and, and that instead of ordered coffee Mrs. Hudson carries tea. Tea because tea. You pour milk into it as it is got here from the days when Ireland was a dominion of the British Crown. You open the newspaper – one more mandatory ingredient of authentic Dublin breakfast. Tea with milk is delicious, newspaper – unexpectedly fascinating. Irish Wedding TV star, a record win in the lottery, a traffic accident involving a car and two bicycles; arrest of petty villain – touching scale of top stories in the country talking about it as much as ivy, creaking and old woman mannerisms. Dublin – the capital of though covered with legends, but, in essence, of a very small and quiet of the four million people state in the back of the continent.
In Stephen’s Green, the central city square, all the time somewhere jump squirrels. In the River Liffey divided the city into a prosperous “south” and proletarian “north” salmon spawns. If there is something truly special and gives Dublin vibration of the European capital, so this is the status of the major liquor city, beer metropolis. Perhaps this reputation – a stretch, causing the book of images, and it has supported by more newcomers than local. If so, this fact at the same time defends the reputation of Dublin as a truly literary city. Life imitates art as noted Oscar Wilde whose boyhood was here in the vicinity of Stephen’s Green. At the next table has a breakfast a crowd of young Americans and so smartly discuss their yesterday’s adventures in Temple Bar, that to doubt in their plans for this evening is not necessary.