In July and August 2005, I spent two weeks in Ireland. Most of it was with a tour group via a public radio station, before I stayed at a Dublin hostel for three days.
Oscar Wilde House, where he grew up
Oddly, the Abbey doesn’t allow patrons into the auditorium until a quarter till eight (and the performance is scheduled for 8 pm). So I wandered around inside the building. You can look at paintings as you ascend the stairs to the balcony and bar, and the room upstairs has many paintings all around. Some are by John Yeats (W. B.’s dad), such as the portrait of Lady Gregory. (At the National Gallery today, I saw similar portraits, because I went to the Yeats gallery.)