First stop: Sandycove, Joyce's Tower, Dalkey

When I first saw the sea, far out there is the distance, I felt I was under a spell. It always happens and I have never understood why. Could it be because I am longing all year long to rest my eyes, my ears and my sense of smell on its colours, sounds and scents? Quite plausible.
I started walking from the train station down to the coast and kept following its figure for the rest of the day. It was quite wet and windy, cant say though that it was cold.
From Sandycove down to the Joyce’s Tower. To be truthful- and according to my research, this imposing and stout tower was first built as a “defence device” from Napoleonic invasions. Later on, Joyce decided to live there for a brief time and got inspired to write the “Ulysses”. So the tower changed its name from “Martello tower” to “ Joyce’s Tower” and changed its purpose too: from war to culture (it is in fact a museum now).
I kept on walking along the Dubliner coast, taking pictures of seagulls standing perfectly in a queue, fishermen’ boats and nests, laughing in wonder at the sight of seals by the little harbour – I was so surprised!!, cleaning the lense of my camera every other minute cos it kept on spitting.
Eventually and somehow by chance – as I did not have a look at the map since I bought it, I reached Dalkey, a pretty and picturesque village. It took me less than 10 minutes to walk around it. Was really small! Better that way: I had only few hours left before darkness and I got back on the Dart, this time heading for the northern littoral.