dimanche 12 août 2012

Dublin I – Sunday, August 5

Arrived early in the morning at Dublin Airport (T1) from Toronto on Air Canada 894 (all-economy flight). Stored large, heavy “Malta suitcase” (things we won’t need here!) at airport and took taxi to hotel (roughly half an hour and 30 Euros)

Staying at the dylan hotel (picture below). Boutique hotel featured in a British travel site I frequently visit, i-escape. Here are a few extracts of how the reviewer describes it: “…Walk through the Victorian red-brick building and its limestone extension, and you journey through several worlds. Tactile wallpaper, red-and-white Murano glass chandeliers, gold skirting boards, Louis XIV chairs - this is no white-minimalist haven, but a collage of sets from a Tim Burton film. In the slick 'dylanbar' you'll find an Art-Nouveau pewter counter, double-sided hearth and fibre optic mood lighting; in the lift, emu skin walls; elsewhere, showstopping mirrors and metal sculptures… This is the hotel of choice in Dublin for excellent service, stunning food presentation and superb, no-holds-barred comfort…!”

Their description of the rooms is no less eloquent (and pretty accurate!):  “Walk in to your room and, as if by magic, your favourite tunes emanate from the Bose iPod dock. It's that kind of place. You request your favourite tracks before arrival, and they greet you (we did not do that!) - in the highest of fidelities. You get the best beds we'd stayed in for a very long time: memory-foam, pocket-sprung mattresses, Frette linens, a choice of pillows and a unique velvet headboard. There's an LCD television, a cordless phone (Bang & Olufsen, of course), silvery disc-lamps or chandeliers - all in bold contrast to the antique-style furniture (chandeliers, rich fabrics, Art Deco-sculpted beds and footstools)… Bathrooms are no less indulgent: Italian marble, power showers, underfloor heating, fat monogrammed towels and robes, and Etro toiletries which are as sensuous as they come. There are even His-and-Hers bath menus (or should that be One's and Other's): whiskey-brandy and rose petals with champagne…” Our room is in the “Style” category.

Not “downtown” but in a leafy part of Dublin, just south of the Grand Canal – fifteen-minute walk to Stephen’s Green.

Excellent brunch (had made reservations) on eggs benedict (salmon and spinach), latte and cappuciano à volonté…

Weather – very seasonal: light rain, on and off; around 55F(toronto must have been close to 100F when we left!)  As they say here, “if it rains, just wait 15 minutes!”

Walked in town along Baggot Street, to Dawson Street and then pedestrian Grafton Street, full of people, stores and other attractions…To finally reach Trinity College…

Trinity College. Created during Elisabeth I reign, in the latter part of the 16th century. As a means to combat the influence of the Catholics. Visited the campus, coming through the gate that offers the Old Library; facing the Camomile Tower, flanked on the left by a statue of the provost that objected (picture above), at the turn of the 19th century,  to the enrolment of women – went well with Cynthia!

She visited the “Book of Kells” exhibition – the book, one of the first known to history, is full of illuminations, but only one folio (2 pages) are shown! – and the Long Room, a magnificent library, Cynthia commented. Meanwhile, I wandered about (outside) the Berkeley Library – very modern design – named after George Berkeley, the local philosopher who had influence all the way to California (the University there is named after him!). Walked around the campus – the College Park green spot – and then to Temple Bar.

Went into the Clarence Hotel (picture below) – an old institution in Dublin, facing the Liffey, bought by Bono and The Edge, of the reputed band U2, in the early 90s, and apparently still owned by them. Had a drink first in the “oak-panelled” Octogon Bar (where we had a glass of the local beer, Smithwick's – pronounced "Smid-icks", a very good Irish Red Ale, I read, brewed by Guinness, the largest brewery in Europe, they say: “a nice caramel malty backbone with some yeasty/bready undertones and a mild tea-like bitterness”).

Then we had a (very) early dinner at the Tea Room, a restaurant within the hotel but with a separate access directly to the back street. Renovated (from whatever it was before – ballroom?); it’s large (and we are almost alone – it’s early!), high ceilings. Modern outlook; wood (light oak) predominates. Here are the comments found on local Georgina Campbell food website: “…Pristine white linen, designer cutlery and glasses, high windows softened by the filtered damson tones of pavement awnings, all combine to create an impressive dining room; there is no separate reception area for the restaurant so you will be shown straight to your table. Head chef Mathieu Melin took the helm in the spring of 2007, and this respected kitchen continues to be a happy ship...” Cynthia had the rib-eye, and I had the soupe-du-jour (a delicious velouté of potato and leek) plus a haddock filet (fish and chips!) Plus glasses of wine. Cynthia goes for an “Irish mille-feuille” as dessert…On the whole, very satisfactory…

Long walk back to the hotel, under a light rain, along busy streets (it’s Sunday night and tomorrow is a Bank holiday…) Early night – the effect of jet lag…