Here we practice the “pub crawl” by going from pub to pub. I tested several addresses (without crawling) out of the estimated 1,000 in town. “Sláinte” (cheers!) is the password for toasting with your neighbor, Guinness in hand. But no need to talk too much:as soon as I set foot on Stag's Head (1, Dame Court), a Dubliner grabs me and makes me dance to live Irish music. Contact is easy. Later, I found my suitor at the "No Name Bar" (3, Fade Street) so named by the locals, on the floor of a Georgian house. As for the famous Temple Bar district, which is teeming with bars, it turns into a drunken boat from midnight. For the lost and (very) alcoholic sheep, the Pentecostals display verses from the "Bible" to put them back on the right path. Strange vision, out of the limbo of the night...
Read also about Ireland:
https://www.bibamagazine.fr/style-de-vie/voyages/5-bonnes-raisons-de-re-partir-a-dublin-1-52783
https://www.bibamagazine.fr/style-de-vie/cuisine/trois-specialites-culinaires-irlandaises-30325
https://www.bibamagazine.fr/style-de-vie/voyages/et-vogue-la-croisiere-!-3-32866
