I was perhaps a bit harsh on Dublin after getting back from Paris, where the gothic spires and sweeping boulevards may have turned my head a bit (as they were designed to do). But no sooner did I return to Ireland than this fantastic video popped up in my blogfeed to rekindle my affections for the Big Smoke:
Ireland is a great country for poetry, and living here is slowly bringing me around to appreciate it more. Though I confess to being philistine enough to find poetry with music and pictures to be much more palatable than dry words in neat rows on a page. More of this please.