Skyler White

Yeats family home, 3 Blenheim Rd., Bedford Park, London. Now I know we've stood in the same spot. Although, he hated living here, and so wouldn't have just stood at the front gate gaping and feeling a little weepy.

Having trouble finding Wi-Fi, and left my power adapter in Dublin. Man, we think Southwest Airlines is a bus. You should see Ryan Air. Oy.

Went out to the Collins barracks, which house the National library’s decorative arts exhibits. Clothes, furniture and jewelry. I took tons of notes (and even a few probably verboten pictures)! So much fun. Hoofed it up to O’Connell to the Gresham for high tea. It was incredible. Tea itself was unbelievably good – hot and sweet and perfect with the scones and jam. It’s the constant cold drizzle that makes tea such a blessing. Warmed everything but my feet.

Just on a lark, I showed the waiter a postcard I’d bought of the edifice of the Gresham after the 1916 rising. It was an image he’d never seen, but off he went to the basement and brought back for me a 45-year-old book — the commemorative book the hotel put together to mark its centennial in 1964, complete with photos of how it would have looked the year Maud stayed there, how much a room cost, how much tea cost, etc. So I’m bringing that back. He just gave it to me!