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Driving a standard transmission car on the left side of the road in Dublin notwithstanding, we were glad to be off on our own, with our own wheels, and our own schedule. We got to London in the evening and our flight to Dublin was not until early the next morning. There was hardly time to get to a hotel, sleep, and get back to the airport early for our flight, so we ended up sleeping on chairs in Heathrow. We were both able to sleep some, but were thoroughly exhausted by the time we checked in to the Anchor House B&B in downtown Dublin. It was my first time driving on the left side of the road with a standard transmission, so finding our lodging in this bustling city with it's narrow roads was certainly baptism by fire. We do pretty well though, with me driving and map-loving Jan doing the navigation.
We had some lunch at a pub across the street from our lodging, appropriately O'Shea's Pub, and managed to stay awake long enough to walk to Trinity College in the early evening. At that time of the day, we pretty much had the lovely and historic campus to ourselves for a stroll and some photos. There was a small group of people listening to a man on the steps of one of the buildings, which we were to later learn is a Literary Pub Crawl, a walk about town stopping at various locations for a bit of literary history. We heard Telluride, Colorado mentioned and were curious. After a bit the man who had been speaking, was walking about while someone else talked to the group. We asked him what about Telluride. It seems Oscar Wilde was in this gold mining town, and some miners thought it would be fun to get Wilde rip-roaring drunk, which should be easy at an altitude of 10,000 feet. They took him in a mine and proceeded to ply him with liquor. And he drank them all under the table!
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