Wandering down Fleet Street into the not so cultural quarter that is Temple Bar, the first item of interest on my left hand side is The Auld Dubliner pub.

Possessing a far more traditional feel to it than any of the other licensed premises in this part of our humble city, The Auld Dubliner is well worth a visit.

Further along on the opposite side of proceedings is the Elephant & Castle cafe, where The Monaghan Mushroom and My Good Self occasionally hook up in order to demolish a few bowls of chicken wings, assisted by a few glasses of the quare stuff.

A few yards further on is the unusual sight of Rorys Fishing Tackle shop. On the go for sixty years now, Rorys fly the flag for normal life in amongst the madness of Temple Bar.

A few more paces on sees me arrive at Merchants Arch, home to the renowned Hanleys Cornish Pasties outlet.

No self respecting city centre should be without a good Cornish pasty outlet.

Up to my left on Crown Alley is the Bad Ass Cafe, where The Belgian Boy and I have sometimes put the world to rights.

Across Temple Bar Square, on Cecilia Street, can be found Luigi Malones restaurant, which The Kilkenny Lady, The Dunboyne Dynamo and My Good Self visited for a most pleasant lunch a few seasons back.

Ambling on through Curved Street, I soon find myself on Eustace Street, home to the Irish Film Institute, a favourite haunt of mine, and close by is the Paul Ryan Woodwind & Brass shop, where My Beloved Yamaha (clarinet) was purchased.

A few shallow steps off Eustace Street and I am in Meeting House Square, probably the best spot in Temple Bar.

A civic space which hosts everything from food markets to outdoor film screenings, there is usually something interesting going on here.

And so concludes my take on Temple Bar. There are cultural things to be found in this part of town however it is better known for selling the most expensive alcohol in the country, and for hosting stag and hen parties.

It is a magnet for many, but not for me.