There have been a few dissapointments although all the fantastic visits more than make up for it. In any case, Paris may not have done anything for me but it doesn’t mean I won’t go back, one day. So this will surprise many but my biggest dissapointment is Dublin.
Back in 1997, I popped over for a few days with a Dubliner boyfriend, the plan being he’ll catch up with family while I be a tourist. Well I must have stuck out like a tourist because I was stared at wherever I went. I’m sure Dublin has changed a lot in the last 14 years but the staring (ignorance not racist I know) coupled with four days of constant rain means I’m not going back to find out. Not even Oscar Wilde heritage or Guiness is going to make me!