The signs are there
A day off for me is one on which I don’t have to make any decisions. Tell me where to go, what to do, when
Danube
Shifting geographical loyalties
Since I first left Ireland back in 1990, I’ve had two homes. ‘Home’ is wherever I happened to be living at a given moment in
From the archives
I first visited Budapest in December 2003. Shortly afterwards, I wrote this letter about my impressions. The inimitable DLW, who hoards her correspondence, dug it
All aboard
I can’t even begin to imagine what it would be like to be trapped aboard a ship with the same people for days on end.
Live ducklings and rosary beads
I’m a great fan of markets. I love sorting through other people’s junk in search of a piece of history or something that I can
The sum of all our choices
When I first went to the USA, choices in Ireland still came in pairs: tea or coffee, catholic or protestant, married or single, cash or
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