Dublin calling: Exciting times for a visit
SO I’M standing on the Rosie Hackett Bridge. Looking downstream, I see the tipped glass atrium of a convention centre. Cyclists whizz past on city bikes. A 120-foot spire soars over the rooftops; trams streak through gaps in the buildings, and a river cruise boat grumbles past, taking sightseers on a tour of the quays, bridges and waterside buildings.
A decade ago, I couldn’t have written any of that paragraph.