Dissected by Westmoreland Street and running from D’Olier Street at the east into the tourist trap that is Temple Bar on the west, Fleet Street is something of a stepping stone to the dubious delights of our not so cultural quarter.

Starting at D’Olier Street the only thing of note in this part of Fleet Street is Bowes Pub.

On the go since 1880, Bowes has a good name however My Good Self finds it a little dark for comfort.

Crossing over Westmoreland Street to the western half of proceedings, I soon happen upon the great establishment that is The Palace Bar.

On the go since 1823, The Palace Bar has a strong literary tradition and also possesses a very comfortable little snug area, where My Good Self enjoyed a memorable few pints with My Clarinet And Harmonica Mate and The Multi Instruentalist a few seasons back.

Moving on past the Temple Bar Hotel and the American style Thunder Road Cafe, I happen upon the Dublin Hard Rock Cafe.

It was here that the aforementioned Multi Instrumentalist once held down a performing gig for many months. No mean achievement.

Wandering on past the Morgan Hotel, I come across a multi coloured building not previously known to me.

Turns out it is the art exhibition premises known as The Icon Factory. At the back of this building can be found The Icon Walk, a laneway celebrating some of the great men and women of Ireland down through the ages.

Strange to say there is no mention of My Good Self on The Icon Walk.

The world is an imperfect place.

Last stop on this tour of Fleet Street is the Oliver St. John Gogarty pub. If touristy Irish ballads are your thing then this is the place for you.

It is not the place for me.

So there we have Fleet Street. Pubs, cafes, hotels and The Palace Bar looking down on it all from a height.