On holiday at home.
Friday, August 22, 2008 12:13:50 AM
It's even odder being in the city centre. It's the same city; but it's not. This started a long time ago, Dublin becoming a big city. There was a time when people on the bus would chat with whomever happened to be sitting beside them. It was fun. One learned things. First that stopped happening on the 48A, the main town bus to Ballinteer. I don't know why, people just started acting more like city folk, reading, listening to walkmans, staring forward. It took a little longer of the 47B, probably because it's cachement area was slightly further out. But it crept in there over time. As the suburbs became more part of the city, more built up, perhaps. It used to be that I would decide to set out into town to see a film, but would rarely get there in time; I'd meet three people on the way, and be obliged to have fifteen minute conversations with each of them. It was both frustrating and nice, friendly and irritatingly difficult to get anything done. I don't have that problem anymore.
I don't think that this is bad. Dublin is probably a much easier city to be different in now. It is no longer as near monocultural as it once was. I met people from at least four continents today. About time.
But it's odd finding out that your large town became a metropolis while you nipped out to the shops.