Dublin is a city which was built to perambulate. It is definitely a city of walkers (and bike riders, and I am considering riding a bike again for the first time since I was about fourteen, even though they don't wear helmets here, which scares me... a lot). I am learning this, and have the blisters to prove it. Unfortunately, Dublin is also, weirdly, a city of slow walkers. I think I may be (or at some stage in the past most definitely was) a member of a Facebook group called 'I Secretly Want to Punch Slow Walking People in the Back of the Head.' Let's just say that I stand by this sentiment to this day, except to add that the word 'secretly' is not necessary. I make no secret of the fact that I would like to deal violently with all of those tortoise-paced, 'let's walk in long lines of five abreast and cover the entire footpath and then just stop randomly for no apparent reason', morons who infest most cities and/or major shopping centres. Unfortunately I appear to have just moved to a city where slow walkers reign supreme. Could have something to do with tourism, I don't really care why, I just want them to go away and leave the footpaths free for me to traverse. Bah.
B. J. Barnes
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