Most people go to Dublin for the pubs, the music, the people-watching, the bookstores, the strolls along the Liffey, the buskers, the great cathedrals, the history, the grand literary tradition, the lovely accents, all that green.
Last spring my husband and I went there for those reasons, too. But we also went there for the quirky, nerdy museums that only a certain kind of bookish introvert could love. Such as, ahem, us.
Dublin abounds in libraries and museums, and you may already know the famous ones: the lovely old library at Trinity College where the Book of Kells is displayed in a glass case; or the National Gallery with its room of Jack B. Yeats paintings, and its oh-so-lovely Paul Henry landscapes, or the National Photographic Archive down in Temple Bar.
But for true book lovers, there are lesser known museums worth a visit.
Marsh's Library
Head around the corner from St. Patrick's Cathedral, down a stone staircase, across a rainy courtyard, under an ivy-twined arch, up a steep staircase. Here you'll find the oldest public library in Ireland.
Its rooms are long and narrow, with ancient books and the crisp, dry smell of old leather and brittle paper. It was built in 1701 and is, today, perhaps more museum than usable library. (You can still look at books there, just as James Joyce did, but you have to make your request in advance.
The books are ancient and valuable, and some are falling apart. The inventory is searchable online at www.marshlibrary.ie/)