Four Seasons Dublin !!top!! -

Eleanor looked down at the Liffey, brown and patient.

By October, Dublin had turned amber and wistful. Leaves skittered across the cobblestones of Merrion Square. Eleanor had stopped checking her ex’s social media. She’d started a photography project: doors of Dublin. Crimson, turquoise, chipped black—each one a story. four seasons dublin

She forgot about the ticket until late April, when the city had loosened its collar. Dublin in summer was a different creature—garrulous, golden, smelling of cut grass and chips from Leo Burdock’s. On the 23rd, curiosity got the better of her. Eleanor looked down at the Liffey, brown and patient

Saoirse smiled. “That’s the one worth waiting for.” Eleanor looked down at the Liffey

“The people,” he said. “But only if you don’t chase them.”

“They always come back,” said a voice.