Dublin Airport in The Rain
I often buy books at Dublin airport. I don't know why. It's just a habit I've acquired and there really isn't much to do there. A woman was browsing next to me. I recommended the Wind Up Bird Chronicles by Haruki Murakami to her and she recommended Bel Canto by Ann Pratchett to me. We both bought them. Must talk to strangers more often.
2 comments:
In Ireland there are no such things as strangers, only friends you haven't met yet.
yes, you're never short of a conversation when you're in Irelans
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