Perhaps it's just me, but Dublin has felt like a spectacularly shite place to be in the last few months. But on blue sky days like today it feels like it might eventually pull out of its collective anxiety and become a decent place to live in again. Where people smile a bit more, keep drinking at a proper level, and manage to stop asking "Is your job secure?" for long enough to have a conversation about, I dunno, cats or something. Where a taxi driver's inevitable "Yeah, it's slow at the moment..." might just be followed up with "But sure, fuck it."
It takes the fortuitousness of having just the right change for the Luas in my pocket to set me on this tram of thought. Johnny Cash in my ears helps, too. Then when the tunes end I can still hear a guitar strumming, and turn around to see a Spanish bloke playing a guitar at the front of the carriage. No-one minds. I grin, and afford him one ear. He complements Johnny nicely.
This may well be the way to reclaim your city: filling it with music and scrawling love notes to it while curious passengers look over your shoulder.