Red-Haired Lasses of Ireland

We had a relatively untroubled trip to Dublin.  Me and Jean.  The bikes and luggage all stayed in Iceland for an extra day, and then took hours of hassle to encourage them to join us in Dublin.

I spend so little time in cities, that I'm not sure what of things we see are just cityscape, and what is unique to Dublin.  

I think the woman pictured is like 90% of the rest of the people in town dashing about while staring at their phones (including those who stare at the phone and walk 10 feet in front of the light rail train before being grabbed and pulled out of death's imminent arrival.  She survived despite being deafened by the clanging train bell in her ear).  I'll suspect that is not unique to Dublin.

The funny named streets are probably unique - in both Gaelic and English.  I talked to a young woman about the "official" Gaelic tongue - she tells me the locals just call it "Irish."  "They make us take it in school, but I don't know anybody that talks to each other in Irish, but I hear that in the South and on the West coast they do."  (We've heard a fair number of people carrying on Gaelic conversations, though.)

The museums and historical sites suggest that the major themes here are the famine (1850's) with the associated mass emigration, and the 1916 Eastern rebellion.  "The Troubles" of the 1980's and 90's are less prominent topics.

I expected to see red-haired Irish lasses, but the photos below show that it gets taken to extremes.

As in the UK, low necklines are prominent and lead to an occasional nip slip for the observant, but this seems also prominent in history as demonstrated by the Molly Malone statue.