The roar of the Celtic tiger scared off more than a few visitors from making a return trip to Dublin during Ireland’s years of soaring prosperity For a start, the holiday cost a clean fortune. Between the exchange rate and plain boom-time exploitation, hotels and restaurants seemed to be charging Tokyo prices.
Plus Irish charm was in short supply. Taxi drivers were too busy telling you about the block of flats they’d flipped in Bratislava to point out the house where Oscar Wilde grew up in Merrion Square.[…]