Plenty of local people given to his kind of checked shirt; as for the loden coat, it was as correct as in Kitzbühel. There was a fine drizzle, and no sun, but there, he hadn’t expected everyone to be out picking grapes. It was still warm for October, with milky, heavy clouds. ‘Very close, today,’ said the reception desk. Enchanting, Dublin: tatty, deliciously disgraceful; all the buses looking like much-played-with Dinky toys – all the corners bent and practically no paint left. Wasn’t like England at all; was like nowhere else he knew – it must be like Ireland! Traffic went, if that was the word, on the left, money promised to pay the bearer quick punt (whatever – aha, pounds?) on demand in London, and the pubs had uncivilized hours, but the difference was much bigger than the resemblance. He headed instantly for the best bar in Europe. ‘Evening sir.’ ‘Good evening.’ ‘Grand evening, now.’ ‘Is it?’ startled. ‘I thought it was close.’ ‘It is that,’ unperturbed, ‘but agh, a bit of rain, make the girls prettier.
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