There's nothing like that ol' Bagatelle tune Summer in Dublin to make you long for the streets of Dublin and I swear to God as I was walking along Lower Baggot Street earlier this week two guys (not buskers) were singing it as they sauntered along together—not just a line or two, I mean entire verses. Ack! Talk about piling on the nostalgia.
So I guess it's pretty obvious, I'm still not over Dublin. Maybe that's never actually going to happen.