Nowadays many of us live in bustling cities, either born there or drawn there for work, and when you see something everyday, your appreciation can’t help but lessen. Caught between the commute to and from work, with maybe a stop off at a usual bar or a visit to the cinema, we almost wear a trail into the ground trudging the same routes.
And then you spot a tourist, and you think to yourself, what are they visiting here for? Well, do anyway. But at those moments remember- there’s so much in my city haven’t seen. They might be thuddingly obvious cliches, but live in Dublin and I’ve never seen the Book Of Kells for instance, I’ve never seen the Guinness Storehouse. That may have something to do with the fact think Guinness is rotten, but the point still stands!