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Joyce’s Dublin

The James Joyce Centre is situated near the centre of Dublin City or “the Heart of the Hibernian Metropolis” as Joyce called it in his great work Ulysses. James Joyce once declared that if Dublin “one day suddenly disappeared from the Earth it could be reconstructed out of my book”. Though he would spend most of his life living in Continental Europe, Dublin would be the focus of almost all his major work.​ As he wrote to his brother Stanislaus on 24 September 1905, nearly a year after leaving Ireland for Italy: “When you remember that Dublin has been a capital for thousands of years, that it is the ‘second’ city of the British Empire, that it is nearly three times as big as Venice, it seems strange that no artist has given it to the world…​”

Explore the Dublin that Joyce “gave” to the world by clicking on the images below.

The National Library

—Today the bards must drink and junket. Ireland expects that every man this day will do his duty.

—That reminds me, Haines said, rising, that I have to visit your national library today.


No. 7 Eccles Street

On the doorstep he felt in his hip pocket for the latchkey. Not there. In the trousers I left off. Must get it. Potato I have. Creaky wardrobe. No use disturbing her. She turned over sleepily that time. He pulled the halldoor to after him very quietly, more, till the footleaf dropped gently over the threshold, a limp lid. Looked shut. All right till I come back anyhow.



On special Sundays, when Mr Kearney went with his family to the pro-cathedral, a little crowd of people would assemble after mass at the corner of Cathedral Street.

“A Mother”, Dubliners

St George’s Church

The sun was nearing the steeple of George’s church. Be a warm day I fancy. Specially in these black clothes feel it more.


Hardwick Street

Mrs Mooney, who had taken what remained of her money out of the butcher business and set up a boarding house in Hardwicke Street, was a big imposing woman.

“The Boarding House”, Dubliners


Slower the mare went up the hill by the Rotunda, Rutland square. Too slow for Boylan, blazes Boylan, impatience Boylan, joggled the mare.


Gresham Hotel

…as they stood at the hotel door, he felt that they had escaped from their lives and duties, escaped from home and friends and run away together with wild and radiant hearts to a new adventure.

“The Dead”, Dubliners

Parnell Monument

He is dead. We saw him lying upon the catafalque. A wail of sorrow went up from the people.

—Parnell! Parnell! He is dead!

A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

Nelson’s Pillar


Before Nelson’s pillar trams slowed, shunted, changed trolley


Glasnevin Cemetery

All these here once walked round Dublin. Faithful departed. As you are now so once were we.


O’Connell Bridge

As he set foot on O’Connell bridge a puffball of smoke plumed up from the parapet.


Grafton Street

Grafton street gay with housed awnings lured his senses.


General Post Office

Under the porch of the general post office shoeblacks called and polished.


Dunsink Observatory

It’s the clock is worked by an electric wire from Dunsink. Must go out there some first Saturday of the month.


Sandymount Strand

Am I walking into eternity along Sandymount strand.


Star of the Sea Church

On the quiet church whence there streamed forth at times upon the stillness the voice of prayer to her who is in her pure radiance a beacon ever to the stormtossed heart of man, Mary, star of the sea.


St. Stephen’s Green

Crossing Stephen’s, that is, my Green.

A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

Newman House

He knew that in a moment when he entered the sombre college he would be conscious of a corruption.

A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

The Royal Canal

To heaven by water. Perhaps I will without writing. Come as a surprise, Leixlip, Clonsilla. Dropping down lock by lock to Dublin.


Theatre Royal

The subject of talk was the opera company which was then at the Theatre Royal.

“The Dead”, Dubliners

Westmoreland Street

In Westmoreland Street the footpaths were crowded with young men and women returning from business and ragged urchins ran here and there yelling out the names of the evening editions.

“Counterparts”, Dubliners

Provost’s House

Provost’s house. The reverend Dr Salmon: tinned salmon. Well tinned in there.


Yeates and Son

He crossed at Nassau street corner and stood before the window of Yeates and Son, pricing the fieldglasses.


Irish Parliament (Central Bank)

Before the huge high door of the Irish house of parliament a flock of pigeons flew. Their little frolic after meals. Who will we do it on? I pick the fellow in black.


Trinity College

As they passed along the railings of Trinity College, Lenehan skipped out into the road and peered up at the clock.

“Two Gallants”, Dubliners

Davy Byrne’s Pub

He entered Davy Byrne’s. Moral pub.


Kildare Street

They walked along Nassau Street and then turned into Kildare Street. Not far from the porch of the club a harpist stood in the roadway, playing to a little ring of listeners.

“Two Gallants”, Dubliners