Dia dhui, Éireann

A very spontaneous trip to Dublin this beginning of autumn marked a check on my visited countries list but also got my passion for the store/building fronts unrevealed. 

A famous Temple Bar: love how the entire front of the bar is full of different old format logos, flowers hanging and tourists messing (me, as well) around it. It was difficult to catch the photo without any single person in it.

The city is a one big castle. Buildings with all the little cute towers on top of it, decorated with the colorful flags like this one.

Orange bricks everywhere 

unless you want to get a pink or a blue boutique.

Or a pink door to sweeten a rainy morning.

And a green one to match the entire country's color.

About the doors: this street. Instead of a house number, the color of the door can be used as well.

Although the city can show off as a medieval one, when wandering around, found this very eighties or something back then, around that time FLY 747 logo. One of my favorites; it sticks very well with the rest of the neighborhood.

On the way to the Guinness brewery, found Oscar Wilde's fancy shmancy house/apartment, you call it.

The Liberty Market was one of the pearls on the way. I really like the logo. Once I have my own store - this goes on the wall as well.

Yes, they are right: everything under one roof. I don't know how I resisted to purchase a shiny Gucci bag for 15 eur. Couldn't take a picture either, wouldn't dare in front of tough looking Irish ladies. But I am glad they let me in this very local market with their own rules.

Also passed by this cute little house. Again red color, it seems to be an essential for this city.

More and more colors: restaurant (closed forever, I guess) with this wonderful street light made from a colorful glass. How old would it be?

And no, I have never reached the Guinness brewery. Wasn't upset though, reviews say it is not that impressive, especially for one who is not a fan of the beer.

A place to remember was this cozy pub in the mountain village Avoca where I had a traditional Irish beef stew and few loud laughs with local people. Only laughs, because couldn't understand a word. Accent is less strong in Dublin.

And a teeny-tiny gift shop.