By the time we'd checked our luggage and caught the bus into the city, it was late afternoon in Dublin. We got off near Temple Bar, looked at the river Liffey and went in search of lunch. Ryanair may be know for some things but good food isn't one of them.
Afterwards, we ambled around the narrow streets of Temple Bar, poked our heads into bookshops, took a look at Trinity College and eventually found Oscar Wilde's house. Sadly, you can't go inside it but it didn't take much imagination to image him stepping out on that graceful balcony.
Later, we stopped at a big boisterous pub for a huge dinner and a watch of the soccer game on TV along with the rest of the crowd. It was dark when we left to catch the bus back to the airport after much too brief a visit.