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Thus below you have the images of today's walk.
The first few show the River Liffey and a few of its many bridges, then, of course, the James Joyce Statue at the intersection of O'Connell and Henry Streets.
At the Dublin City Gallery, also known as the Hugh Lane, I chanced on a wonderful free concert by a most talented and engaging fellow from Norway, Per Arne Glorvigen. He was playing the banoneon, a kind of smaller and much sexier accordian. The recital was given in the great central hall, amidst greek pillars and white walls and under a center vaulted skylight with stained glass. I had missed the tangos and the Astor Piazzola pieces, but I arrived to hear a sad beautiful modern thing by a man named Joner. That was followed by an outrageous post-modern, shrieking, halting, ulcer-inducing piece accompanied by Glorvigen's moaning and muttering and spinning round in his office swivel chair, howling at the moon like a soul possessed.
When called back by a won't-quit ovation from the audience, he stood up and did as his encore, Roger Miller's "King of the Road." Everyone snapped their fingers and clapped in time and joined in on the chorus.
This guy was great!
The gallery itself was one of the best I've seen. It included Monet's "Waterloo Bridge," purchased by a Mrs. Ella Fry and donated to the Hugh Lane in 1905, about one year after it was painted! How did she know? What skill or insight or travel had made her so prescient as to buy something so new at the time?
An entire section of the gallery was devoted to Francis Bacon and one room held half a dozen giant drawings.
The modern piece you see below is a huge abstract by current Irish painter, Sean Scully.
About number 12 down is the rather bland, but perfectly quite and comfortable apartment building from which I write. The front streets on either side of the River are unending streams of rushing traffic, so I am glad that I at the back facing an inner courtyard.
I thought the juxtaposition of the Garda on horseback riding over the lines for the ultra-sleek trams was funny.