If it’s January then why isn’t it colder? It doesn’t matter, I don’t care. I like that it is mild, no, not mild, it’s definitetly crisp but not quite cold. It is better than the snows that plagued us this time last year. There arn’t that many people around, I guess it’s not the right time of year for shopping although you couldn’t tell by the lights. The lights are bright and warm and glimmering and tease that Christmas hasn’t quite left us yet. There is a man with a saxophone, a man playing jazz. I think this is a movie, it’s too idyllic to be real. I know the tune, I definitely know that song. I’m inclined to think it’s Baker Street because isn’t that all you ever hear jazz buskers play, but it’s not. What is it? I can’t quite place it and then I do and I feel a giggle rise. Westlife. A jazzy take on Westlife. Everyone else already knows, we’re infected. We’re smiling.
It’s just a night at the end of Winter in Dublin. Dublin, you are beautiful.