We're still in the midst of a wintry front, so it's a good opportunity to introduce a winter Dublin cyclist. I saw her wearing a thick overcoat, pushing her bike down Wicklow Street towards Exchequer Street in Dublin city centre. The purple furry hat distinguished her from any other cyclist and made her unforgettable. I shot a few snaps (1, 2 and 3). That was on the 23rd of March 2013.
Allow me to quote from The Charwoman's Daughter, an excellent book by the wonderful Irish author James Stephens (the book is available for free here):
In a little city like Dublin one meets every person whom one knows within a few days. Around each bend in the road there is a friend, an enemy, or a bore striding towards you, so that, with a piety which is almost religious, one says "touch wood" before turning any corner.
About two weeks later, on the 6th of March, I was cycling along the Grand Canal when I suddenly noticed a suspiciously familiar hat on the head of a cyclist on N11. It was the furry purple hatter again. It's nice to see familiar faces. It's even nicer to spot familiar hats.
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