Deja vu..

The train from Dun Laoghaire (not ‘dun loRRy’ as a little sister used to pronounce it) back to the city centre was reasonably packed with locals and foreign faces (look who’s talking). Both hands are still feeling numb due to the sudden urge of coldness while I was making my way up; exploring the harbour in the winter darkness. Snapping few good pictures seems like a fruitless venture as I am still struggling to understand how a decent digital camera works under the night sky.



That Saturday evening, the quiet Dun Laoghaire was beaming with colourful lights and massive flow of sapiens. I was overwhelmed with the festive sensation but at the same time, alienated from the unfamiliar crowd. I was here last year though, same blunt Irish winter (just without the friendly showers) and for the same reason. The only lacking was being here all by my-self without the company of the same friendly and ‘misunderstood’ faces. Quoted from a dear ‘double alphabet’ partner in crime; “those innocent times when there were no rush"

.........................those 'very' innocent faces in 2015....................



There goes the changing season.....

Goes the changing people...

Nevertheless, happy weekend naz...