Although a bit late for a serious wander (that comes tomorrow) I did get to check out Parnell Street, and once it got dark I went to finally see The King's Speech - it is superfluous to say that it is a truly excellent film. On my way back, I was bemused to see a blackshirt-clad paramilitary gazing out at me from behind dark glasses on a series of posters. Closer inspection revealed that these were posters for the Independent Republican Youth Movement (Fianna Éireann, IIRC). So first cultural difference encountered: the British far-right hasn't been able to wear uniform since the 1930s.
Today I'll be crossing the river, checking out Temple Bar and Trinity College's open day.