For me to enumerate the countless kind ways that Garrett and his lovely wife Virginia made us welcome in Dublin would only cause them trouble, because then everyone would expect the same hospitality, which they might get anyway. Besides the fact that their clean and charming flat on Dame Street (which very comfortably accommodated four of us) with the nearly floor-to-ceiling view of Dublin Castle across the street couldn’t be better located -- a three-minute walk from the Olympia Theatre (where we saw Robert Plant perform on a Monday night), five minutes’ leisurely walking from the River Liffey that runs through the city’s center, barely ten minutes’ stroll from the excitement of Temple Bar, fifteen minutes at the most from Trinity College, fifteen to twenty minutes from Grafton Street with St. Stephen’s Green at the end, and only a few feet directly above one of Dublin’s greatest cafes (Queen of Tarts) -- our hosts not only cheerfully arranged some other perks on our behalf but answered several zillion doubtlessly mind-numbing questions about the city, country, our itinerary and even prospective alternate accommodations in case theirs didn’t work out for us. My biggest regret was that when it came to extending my own stay in Dublin the flat wasn’t available for the extra time, some other cannier traveler having already snatched it up (Garrett tried his best to find something else that satisfied all my needs and neuroses). I would stay there again in a New York minute or whatever is the Irish equivalent.