10 Great Places to Have Coffee in Dublin

Words to live by: ‘Drink the coffee. Then do the things.’ Before you tackle the sights and sounds of the city, make sure you pay a visit to at least one of these incredible Dublin coffee spots. 3FE You can’t help but love the story behind 3FE. Back in 2008, Dubliner Colin Harmon quit his office job to pursue his dream of opening his own café. These days, he’s not just the proud owner of…
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A Lesson in Latte Art at Dublin’s Coffee and Tea Festival

Doodles of the sunrise over Alfama, scrawled sketches of the Eiffel Tower… my Travel Edits notebooks are filled with scraps of paper and half finished drawings scribbled onto old airline tickets. You might describe their style as ‘fluid’, but in all my travels, I’ve never considered ditching good old fashioned paper for a canvass of coffee or throwing away my pen for a pitcher of milk. Until this weekend. On Saturday I got to try…
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24 Hour Challenge: Dublin

Making a flying visit to the Irish capital?  You’d be surprised how much you can see in just 24 hours: 12.30pm: Check-in and check out the rock and roll decor of your room at The Dean Hotel on Harcourt Street. The hotel’s 52 bedrooms are kitted out with Marshall amps, classic vinyl records and enough Nespresso coffee to kick-start your 24-hour break. 1.15pm: First up on this whistle-stop tour of Dublin, drop in at Whitefriar Street Carmelite Church…
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How to Travel Like an A-Lister in Dublin Airport

So you may not quite have bagged yourself a private jet (yet) but there are still a number of ways you can take to the skies like a Hollywood star the next time you fly from Dublin Airport. Inject some glamour into your pre-flight routine with these very special treats – they’re open to everyone all year through… A Spa Break for Your Car Before you get ready to kick back at 30,000 feet, leave your…
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The Irish in America at the Little Museum of Dublin

Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free; The wretched refuse of your teeming shore, Send these, the homeless, Tempest-tossed to me I lift my lamp beside the golden door! Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from land to land; Here at our sea-washed sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame is the imprisoned lightning, And her name, Mother…
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