No trip to Dublin is complete without a quick stop to see Oscar Wilde looking fabulous from his languid perch on Merrion Square.
Later this morning, I’m off to the airport for my flight back to Boston. Yes, I’ll be taking my journal with me: to paraphrase Wilde, I never travel without my notebook, for one should always have something sensational to read on the plane.
UPDATE: Thanks to that girl for setting me straight about Oscar Wilde’s location: he’s hanging out in Merrion Square, not St. Stephen Green.
Feb 13, 2006 at 4:32 am
What an interesting sculpture.
Feb 13, 2006 at 9:29 am
That is hilarious! Today’s clear and sunny, and the airports are digging out — you might actually get home!
Feb 14, 2006 at 4:17 am
That’s a great shot, Lorianne. Bon voyage home!
Feb 14, 2006 at 6:56 am
Hope you are snuggled in your own bed and aren’t stuck somewhere in between Boston and home. Can’t wait to see more pics.
Feb 14, 2006 at 1:34 pm
Welcome home….hopefully! Sounds like you had a super weekend. Great photos!
Feb 14, 2006 at 3:05 pm
Wild Wilde- is that how we pictured him? His literary sensibility/writing style hugely influential on this reader… I see him more in a dark attic, writing in his Dorian Grey mode. But then there’s the dinner jacket Wilde. The caught Wilde. The imprisoned Wilde. The always ebullient, irrepressible Wilde.
Never mind my spelling!
I’m too wild about Wilde!
Thanks for the pic and the tumble of Wildean thoughts…