FRIDAY, AUGUST 30
Shopping. That’s what we did all day. All day. Is it a way of chasing off reality…soon arriving like a lead balloon.?
Gift shopping at Carrolls. A stop for donuts (that was fulfilling a promise to ourselves). Chloe’s stomach became very bad over the course of the day. COS, where I bought pants but tried on the store. A shoe store for Chloe. Grafton street was buzzing…best buskers ever.
Dublin was buzzing. Everywhere. On either side of the Liffey, which we crossed often. More stores. More unsuccessful shopping until we were kicked out of And Another Story at 8:00pm, and walked back to our hotel, Chloe clutching her stomach.
We returned on different streets, energetic Dublin all around us, past St. Stephens Green, which had closed, gates locked, past the National Theatre, and somehow ending up on Pembroke Road after walking beside the Grand Canal, dotted with a few barge boats, some private, some public restaurants. On Pembroke, people drank outside pubs, restaurants were full of customers. But we came back to the hotel so Chloe could take it easy.
“My body may be dealing with what my brain can’t right now,” she said.
I’m not dealing with it at all. Though I drank half a bottle of wine on my own in the room!
