Joyceans bloom in baking sun
At his side his young lady companion waited expectantly for direction and raised her eyes to meet her guide’s as he began to speak thoughtfully. “We’ll skip the brothels,” he said.
Bloomsday’s 100th birthday left the capital awash with couples squinting at maps of James Joyce’s Dublin and trying to work out where the landmarks immortalised in Ulysses were in a cityscape with a century of evolution under its belt.
