It rains every time when i go to Dublin. I got used to it, once I got caught in such a heavy rain that I was literally swimming on O’Connell street trying to find a hotel.
This time was different though, I saw Dublin covered in the morning fog from the top of St. James’s Gate brewery and I liked it much more this way. Fog somehow seems very natural in Dublin, it makes this gothic impression more intense.
I have a very strong impression, that Dublin is lost in the 19th century, and modern changes don’t have any place there. For me Dublin is a place, where people should be dressed like that while walking along Sackville street: