This is John Kehoe’s pub on South Anne Street, just off Grafton Street. But this is the side of the pub that not many see. It contains an ornate wall with pieces of poetry from Joyce and bizarrely, Luke the barman. I really don’t know who has the most profound statement. Joyce says: ‘In the particular is contained in the universal’. Whereas Luke the barman says: ‘Within these walls, years have passed by; From the talented and famous to the apples of ones eye. All walks have tread footsteps and sipped the pint of stout. Kehoe’s with all its charm and beauty will surely live generations out!’

Yes, Joyce never really had that rhyming thing going on. Pity.