The evening tours on campus have started. I can't go to any restaurant I like in Dublin City Centre without encountering tourists, mostly from the US. It's kinda weird. Okay, it's a lot weird. Gabry said the line to the Book of Kells during the summer lead all the way out the side gate of campus. Another thing to which I am not looking forward, especially when I already feel oppressed by the abundance of people.
Unlike living in San Francisco, I am working right in the thick of things. Ground Zero as it were. I am doing my research in the 1937 Postgraduate Reading Room which is just around the corner from the Book of Kells and the Long Room. In SF, I could keep away from the tourist areas. Even Golden Gate Park wasn't too inundated with tourists.
This weekend will be a good tester for my tolerance with the madness that will be St. Patrick's Day in Dublin. A taxi driver told me it would be pandemonium. And I assured him that I am eager to see it, especially the parade. I'll have to further brush up on my understanding of Camp, because this weekend will undoubtedly be full of inadvertent articulations of Camp. And for that I cannot wait!
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