Padlocks of Love

The locks on Ha'penny bridge. #Dublin  #dublinireland #locks

Over the weekend, I went to Dublin for a Massage.  Over much of Europe, a tradition of sweethearts has taken hold since the early 2000’s, where the sweethearts affix padlocks to bridges.  Here in Dublin, being just 10 days after Valentine’s Day, I was pleasantly surprised to see that there were plenty of Padlocks of Love with messages in “sharpie” markers written on them attached to the historic Ha’Penny bridge.

The locks on ha'penny bridge 3. #bridge #dublin #dublinireland

The locks on ha'penny bridge 2. #Dublin #dublinireland #lock #love #bridge

The locks on ha'penny bridge 4. #dublin #dublinireland #locks #love #bridge

While skies were overcast (and we had many a snow flurry), I thought it added to the lovely idea of two loves locked together despite the bad weather and the turbulent waters rushing in the River Liffey below.

The locks on Ha'penny bridge 6 with the River Liffey in the background. #dublin #dublinireland #lock #locks #wishes #love

The thing is that it’s quite controversial – and they’re not sure to remain. The city council has ordered that the locks be removed – because they are potentially damaging to the bridge.
City Council cuts locks off bridge

I suspect, however, that even if cut off, the sweethearts will return to continue the tradition – in the name of Love.

The locks on Ha'penny bridge 5. #dublin #dublinireland #locks #wishes #bridge

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Skerries Mills

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30 KM north of Dublin, along the M1 into county Fingal, and out toward the coast is a small town of Skerries. Skerries isn’t a particularly big town, nor is there anything particularly different about it in the town center. There are pubs, shops, and the typical Irish curving town main street. What is interesting about it is that not far from the main street of town are two gorgeous “Holland style” windmills which are located, along with the mill pond, in the town’s main park.

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Opened year round and restored by the Fingal County Council, the mills are pretty spectacular on a sunny day and allow for views of the coast and off shore islands. There’s tours 7 days a week, a handful of crafts at the visitor’s shop, and they often have the two windmills (and the watermill – there’s been a watermill on the location since the days of Henry VIII) working during tours. There is a nice little cafe, plenty of ducks to feed if you choose to take a stroll around the mill pond, and a farmer’s market on Saturdays featuring organic foods.

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If you’d like more information on Skerries Mills, you can see their website at: http://www.skerriesmills.org/

If you’d like to read more about the nearby New Bridge House and gardens, please click here.

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Taking the 39 Bus

Went to the city today for a massage. On the way back, the weather was fabulous, and I had a front row seat on the 39 Bus. So, as we moved through the city, I decided to take a few pictures and share part of the interesting architecture seen as we move through the city of Dublin.

On the 39 Bus

I got on the bus along the quays, at the stop along Wood Quay. The stop is quite close to the location where an old Viking boat was found. There’s an iron monument here which is rather an abstract shape of a serpent headed boat – with seats inside for those waiting on the buses. There was a man at the stop who was from Australia – and we had a nice chat about his visit to Dublin after he asked me about which buses go where. I get that a lot – people asking me for directions or bus stops – I guess I must look like I know where I’m going? Anyhow, the bus goes from here along the Quays (pronounced “Keys”) until you turn Right onto Church street to cross the River Liffey (below).

On the 39 Bus

From here, the bus passes the law school on the left. As you continue heading out of the city to the north, you eventually pass a Centra grocery store and some interesting buildings. The one that looks out of place on the far left below is The Glimmer Man pub. I’ve never been inside, but I like the building – it’s very traditional looking.

On the 39 Bus

Now, we move up into Manor Street. Along here are some red brick terrace style Victorian style houses inter-spaced by Georgian style houses. The area is mixed, and Smithfield is just a few blocks away. Smithfield has several modern buildings – and here there’s a horse market held – though I’m not sure about the trading that goes on here (I hear it’s sort of dodgy but I’ve never been to say if that’s the case or not). Below are a few of the grey stone Georgian houses that come up as Manor Street merges into Prussia Street.

On the 39 Bus

At the end of Prussia street, there’s a beautiful old turn of the 19th century hardware store. It’s John J Hanlon’s and the outside is always well painted. I love the arched windows and the clock at the top. I’m not sure what the building started life as (maybe a grocery?)but it takes up nearly a full city block.

On the 39 Bus

From here, we continue up to Old Cabra Road. Along Old Cabra Road, there’s a series of old side by side cottages. There’s nothing too special about them, but one I have been watching for the last year is along a line of cottages called the “Roosevelt cottages”. It started out when I first moved to Dublin looking rather derelict. Since then, someone has bought the property and put lots of work into it – adding everything from a good lick of paint to gingerbread detailing and a new front door. They’ve added a little fence and – despite having no rear garden and only being located on a walking path (the cars are parked in an alleyway at the top of the cottages) – added to their land. You see, the land is across the “walking path street” and they’ve put in a beautiful brick patio and some lovely gardens.

On the 39 Bus

After passing this house, the architecture becomes more mundane and the bus trip becomes boring. The road widens and the houses become bigger and more modern. Then, we go around the Ashtown roundabout (which heads into the Phoenix Park) and up onto the N3 highway toward Blanchardstown… until I hop off in the village.

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