Walking Dublin

Iron and cobblestone forged and laid by hands of men centuries ago still form the shape of this city, call me back to my kind. 

Men and women with handsome faces and solid shoulders pass on the sidewalk....each with some kind of purpose and a quick smile or nod, distinguished in their own way.  No one seems ordinary.

Construction crews sing or yell, it doesn’t matter where or when you pass by- that’s what they do. 

You can sit on a street side stairway and eat your lunch while seagulls laugh and swoop down to steal a chip.  Or bask in the sun on Stephen's Green, if it’s out.

Corners are crowded after work, and pubs are full at game time, with the occasional roar from a goal or foul echoing through the streets.

My feet are tired from walking but I can’t get enough of this place.