Maybe I should have gone THAT way….

A prostitute, who looks like someone out of Rocky Horror Picture Show, looks at me, tries to summon me. This is not the street I was hoping to go down, not by a long shot.
I was just trying to get to Collins Barracks to go to the museum. I'd been before with a class group, but I'd been traveling from a different direction and clearly turned the wrong way a few streets back.
I have a map, but I'm loathe to use it in such a seedy area of the city. I turn from the prostitute and continue down the street. Suddenly, I think I can see James Joyce Bridge. I walk faster, determined to get to the bridge: if I'm right all I need to do is cross the bridge, walk a few hundred metres, then turn left.
I am right, the white arches are James Joyce Bridge. I step onto the bridge and cross, the slightly rotten stench of the Liffey assaulting my nose.
As I arrive at the Barracks I decide I'll be taking Luas back to Abbey Street. And next time I need to cross the river on foot I'll do it at O'Connell Street.