Crossing Baggot Street Bridge and Haddington Road onto Upper Baggot Street, I am always reminded of a young man by the name of Trevor Deely.

On the evening of 7 December 2000 Trevor attended his work’s Christmas party. In the early hours of the following morning he disappeared, never to be seen again. He was last seen on CCTV at this junction.

Further along I am outside Baggot Street Hospital. Known officially for many years as the Royal City of Dublin Hospital, it opened its doors in 1832 and kept going until 1986 when its services were transferred to St. James’s Hospital.

The building is still used today by the Health Service Executive.

Next premises of note is Searsons pub at numbers 42-44.

On the go since 1845, it was a favourite haunt of the poet Patrick Kavanagh, who lived in nearby Pembroke Road, and also of his fellow writer Brendan Behan. All of which went swimmingly as long as the pair behaved themselves. Unfortunately this was not always the case and the owner William Searson eventually tired of their troublesome carry on and barred the pair of them.

At this point in proceedings My Good Self would just like to point out that I have never been barred from any licensed premises.

Ever.

Heaven forbid.

Crossing over to the south side of the street and doubling back towards town I am soon passing the high quality deli foodstore Donnybrook Fair.

Coming to the end of the line and the junction of Mespil Road, I cross over onto Baggot Street Bridge and pass by the red brick building that once housed the renowned Parsons Bookshop from 1949 to 1989.

FBD Insurance are the current occupants.

And so my tour of Baggot Street, Upper and Lower, concludes.

The rest of the city awaits.

All was well.