Leaving Our Luggage Behind And Crossing Over The Bridge

Stephanie and I crossed an ocean to get to Ireland, but when we arrived in Dublin I told her that I also wanted to cross a bridge. We took a taxi to the picturesque landmark. The overcast sky did nothing to diminish the bounce in my step. Steph jokingly suggested that I skip across because this was not just any pedestrian pathway. This was the Ha’penny Bridge.

The DK Eyewitness Travel 2018 Ireland edition explains why it is so special. “Linking the Temple Bar area…and Liffey Street, this high-arched cast-iron footbridge is used by thousands of people every day. It was built by John Windsor, an ironworker from Shropshire, England. One of Dublin’s most photographed sights, it was originally named the Wellington Bridge. It is now officially called the Liffey Bridge, but is also known as the Ha’penny Bridge. Opened in 1816, the bridge got its better-known nickname from the halfpenny toll that was leveled on it up until 1919. Restoration work, which included the installation of period lanterns, has made the bridge even more attractive.”

Steph and I were no exception in our photographing enthusiasm. We were remiss in not getting a rowboat, but we snapped away from land and on the bridge itself. We took turns in which one of us would go and stand on the bridge and wave, and the other would take a photo from the sidewalk. The lovely lanterns were also our subjects and I took individual photos of the plaques at both ends, even though they said the same thing. (See the above photo gallery.) After all, history matters, from whichever side you’ve embarked on your journey. (For Steph and I, it was from America. For many of our ancestors, it was from here - Ireland.) We also photographed the bridge from across the street for yet another perspective and we used it as a backdrop for selfies to show that we were honest about our travel plans and to inspire jealousy on social media.

Still, the Ha’penny Bridge was our star and if it could talk, it might give us a gregarious Irish welcome and offer safe passage or it might also, understandably, sigh with good-natured resignation about fans always clamoring for a photo with it or crossing and recrossing it many times. In my defense, it was good exercise and the only toll I paid (since the official one hasn’t been in effect for over 100 years) was that I gave myself away as an obvious tourist amongst the brisk-paced foot traffic.

We did eventually cross over the bridge for the last time to shop for candy (the best incentive) at Butlers Chocolate Café on Liffey Street. We noticed some flavors that we’ve never tried before, such as Baileys Crème chocolates. (Baileys is an Irish cream liqueur.) Steph also met a few locals, as you’ll see in the photo gallery below, before we went to lunch. We wanted the recommendations of some true Dubliners.

We had a nice meal at The Woollen Mills, a former “knitting emporium,” which once employed James Joyce. He sold tweeds; we chose sandwiches. After lunch, we went on one of my “flower walks,” where I snap photos of flowers instead of picking or stealing them. I saw so many gorgeous window boxes that I am seriously considering installing them in my home. I just need to talk the family into it, maybe over a box of chocolates. We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.

Good advice on both sides of the pond.