Posh Day Holdout
corey says…Report from 7June. After the Botanic Gardens, I found my way to Glasnevin Cemetery. The gardens and the cemetery butt against each other, but I had to walk around to get to the graveyard’s main gates.
Glasnevin is one of those great, old cemeteries, built when tombstones were monuments. The most notable feature is the Round Tower monument marking Daniel O’Connell’s tomb, but there are loads of Irish freedom fighters buried here. Since this was the major Catholic cemetery at a time when conflict was often high, several tombstone reflect a very patriotic theme. Men who died “for their love of Ireland.”
One can’t say for sure if visiting an old cemetery can count as Posh, but since I was eeking out some extra time for Posh Day, I decided that since it was MY Posh Day, I could include whatever I liked.
POSH & POLISH
Then I walked back to the city. Again today, I took a different route back. Along the way I came upon Blessington Basin Park. It’s definitely a neighborhood spot with people evenly scattered around the square basin. Ducks and ducklings splashed in the water and climbed ashore the tree-filled island in the middle. Meanwhile, pigeons roosted on the fence that encircled the basin.
There’s nothing fancy about this park, but it still had a nice Poshness to it…it must have been all the people out reading and walking dogs and carrying shopping bags instead of briefcases.
The walk back to city centre seemed to go much faster than the walk away. At one point, I spotted a Polish bakery. I couldn’t resist and popped inside to see what gastro-treasure I could find. It was mid-afternoon and the shelves had some obvious bare spots, but there were still some beautiful items left for me to choose from.
I opted for something that looked like a pizza and a pastry with some kind of red berry inside. The young woman at the counter spoke to me exclusively in Polish. I knew my Polish numbers well enough to know how much money to give her, and I finished with a Dzjenkuje (thank you) and was out the door… Did I pass as Polish in Dublin? It wouldn’t be the first time this happened since I arrived in Ireland.
A few blocks away, I found a ledge on the sidewalk and I stopped to taste my food. I started with the pizza…it was a savory bread with cheese and a pesto-like sauce cooked in. It was quite tasty…salty with garlic… and the thin crispy bread had a nice texture. Then, I bit into the pastry. Delicious strawberry with a little bit of icing on top. Even if this might be considered peasant food in Poland, it was Posh Food today…partly because it was so tasty and partly because I was so hungry.
THE LAST MOMENTS OF POSH DAY
Between Smithfield and the Henry Street shops, I was walking through what is probably Dublin’s closest thing to Chinatown…however, it’s not very big and the Polish clearly have a footing in the neighborhood as well. The streets were pretty busy, and the closer I walked to Henry Street the busier things became.
It was Saturday in the city, and it was a day for almost everyone to be Poshies! Although for one to be Posh doesn’t have to mean they have to be spending money, today, it was clear that the Poshies were out to buy, buy, buy. Everyone had some kind of shopping bag in their hand….from a little plastic bag from a mobile phone store, to multiple department store bags hanging from their hands like marionettes.
Although I’m not a big fan of crowds, it was a bit easier to manage the scene when I thought of everyone as Poshies. They seemed much calmer and cheerier that way. I walked around the shops for a good while and then grabbed a gelato on Bloom’s lane before returning to the hotel to pick up my luggage.
Before I was about to let Posh Day end, I set up Posh Camp in the lobby. I sat in the comfy couch with my laptop in front of me and my bottled water within reach. Then, I answered a few emails, posted a blog entry and savored those last few bits of pure poshness.