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  A Dublin Day in May: A Tapestry Woven with Sunshine, Showers, and Soul The city of Dublin awoke this Tuesday, the 13th of May, not with the dramatic flourish of a summer storm, nor the biting chill of a winter's morning, but with that uniquely Irish, gently uncertain hand upon its shoulder. It was a May morning, through and through, carrying the promise of warmth on one breeze and the hint of a shower on the next. A day, in essence, that perfectly encapsulated the mercurial spirit of this ancient, ever-evolving capital. Sunrise, around half-past five as the celestial calendar dictates for this time of year, had been a subtle affair. Not a violent explosion of colour, but a slow, diffident brightening of the eastern sky, painting the clouds in soft hues of rose and grey before the sun itself made a proper appearance. By the time the city's early risers were stirring, pulling back curtains in Georgian squares and modern apartment blocks alike, a pale, diffuse light had settled ...