I hung out in Temple Bar for a while where pubs with brightly coloured doors belted out music and smokers idled near doors puffing. There were the usual tourist shops, so I wandered to Half Penny Bridge, a walkway that arched over the River Liffey.
Having some Huguenot blood way back on the family tree, I found the Huguenot Cemetery. But it was locked and only a lonely character sleeping outside, seemed to have the know how of how to wait until it opened.
From here to there 