A few months back, Michael was going to have a meeting in Paris, and we were going to tag along. The meeting got canceled, and we didn’t end up in Paris, but while it was still on, Farmerteen and I were plotting out what we might like to do, and her number one idea was to “be French” for the day and do non-touristy stuff as if we lived in Paris. So we decided to give it a try in Dublin, which was a little easier (since we more or less speak the language), and a little harder (since we were new to the city, and had less of an idea what was available, or where the good places to be non-touristy were. It worked out right in the middle of town, as it turned out, because we got lost, and had to do some wandering.
We went to the bookstore.
And — oh, the horror —
We went to Claire's.
(You’ll note the bookstore bag, and lack of Claire’s bag).
Farmerteen got her hair cut at a salon. (Hooray for the internet, which allowed them to look up the actress whose hair she likes so much!).
We ate sandwiches while walking down the street.
We rode the bus. (Okay, we did that as tourists anyway, since our hotel was outside of town, to the south).
We went to more bookstores.
We returned to the hotel and had tea while we waited for Michael to get out of his meetings.
We walked around our neighborhood on the south end of town, and found a lovely Indian restaurant for dinner.