O'Connell Street, Dublin.
The G.P.O and the statue of Jim Larkin.
I really dislike how souless this street has become. When I was a kid, there were a couple of cinemas which meant constant foot traffic with excited "night out" chat. There was a line of tall batered trees right up the centre, like a mini woodland dividing the wide street, all of which had witnessed the Rising and were lit up starkly at Christmas with plain large white light bulbs - quite enchanting in its simplicity, although I suspect it was merely the best that the corpo could manage at the time. I think more people, pedestrians and cars alike, made use of the street because there were less back roads available - ie the parallel roads were not really a desirable place to be - so it was a real hub of activity (or rage-inducing traffic jam, depending on your point of view). Now the trees have been cleared to make more open space, and they have been replaced by square trees (I remember square trees from the Mr Men books, I think, was it Mr Silly?) and the cinemas have whittled down to just one, and these days there is no good reason to put a foot on the street at all. It is all so bland! It never was beautiful but at least there was some action there. I walked down it the other night with virtually no one near me. A few years ago, there was so much jostling that you had to get into your walking lane and stay there while the crowd carried you to your stop.
Nostalgia can play tricks, I know, but I miss the bustle and I wish it had some identity! No people, no identity! I think this statue is the best bit.