1. Roamed around Chapters bookstore and got a collection of short stories by an Irish author.
2. Walked along Parnell street and examined the menus displayed along a row of Chinese restaurants-- seems more authentic than the stuff we generally get in the US, or maybe this is their equivalent of Chinatown.
3. Went to the much anticipated Andhra Bhavan for lunch. Sweet waitresses and good dosa. But oddly spicy biriyani, which we had to give up half way.
4. Checked out Powerscourt Townhouse, an indoor mall with skylights. It was once a viscount's house, and later converted to a shopping center. In doing so, the developers held on to some of its original Georgian architectural features like the mahogany staircase, black and white tiles in one small portion of the building, tall windows and ceilings etc. Didn't buy anything, but it was nice just being there.
5. Stopped by Butler's for a caramel slice (what an indulgence!) Mike's taken to their white chocolate almond crunch bars, so he got that plus a cuppa tea.
6. Took a random route and ended up in a nice park with a cute lodge by the entrance and a great big pond taking centerstage. We were delighted to see a heron right at the edge of the walkaround. We worried it would fly away at the sight of us and our shot-taking phones, but there it stood, tall amongst a bunch of pigeons, no mate in sight. In the water, there was a cluster of small, chubby ducks (called tufted ducks, apparently). Going round the park, some other birds crossed our path and I decided to call them guinea fowls and Mike said that sounded very true even though we had no idea whether a species by such a name even existed. The park was surrounded by well-worn red brick homes and I cooked up the idea that this place was something like the Cadbury factory workers' residence from back in the day. Turns out, my assumptions and imagination were a bit off the mark. We weren't exactly at a pond, but a water reservoir called Blessington Basin, which now serves as a bird habitat. The birds that crossed our path were not guinea fowls (the species exists however, so, ha!), but Moorhens. The houses tucking the basin in are just regular ol' houses, and the (Tudor) lodge is the park manager's office.
7. Walked past Henrietta street and we may dive deeper later.
8. Dined at Kingfisher restaurant. Had seafood chowder (thick and comforting) and fish n' chips, which, though beautifully batter-fried, only made us reminisce longingly of our all-time favorite, Holiday Inn fish n' chips from Eastbourne.
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