An open letter to our new Dublin friends and neighbours-
I am an American recently relocated your great city, and
what a great city it is. My wife and I have
sincerely enjoyed our time here so far. The people have all been welcoming, friendly, and eager to strike up a
conversation with any smiling stranger within earshot, the historic buildings
and landmarks are inspiring, and the bustling city is a welcome and refreshing
change of scenery. In fact, in Dublin, I
am strongly reminded of my own American hometown.
Dubuque, Iowa has an interesting history. After being established on Fox Native
American Tribal lands by French lead miners, a booming manufacturing community
sprang up. This boom town was quickly
populated by a large influx of German and Irish immigrants. This volatile combination led to some
interesting community development. The
two disagreeing clans built and maintained two separate communities with their
own schools, banks, and churches. In
fact, St. Mary’s (German) and St. Patrick’s (Irish) Roman Catholic churches were
built within sight of one another and attended along strict national
lines. The industrious and
penny-pinching Germans settled and developed the North side of Dubuque with
square single family homes with square gardens built on grid-patterned,
numbered streets. The Irish immigrants,
just as frugal and hard-working, built their neighbourhoods of multi-family row
houses along cobbled streets built upon winding cattle trails established by
farmers and ranchers decades earlier. The Irish families built lively social communities in the bird’s nest of
streets winding through what Dubuquers now call “Little Dublin.” Happily, these nationalistic disagreements
faded as-maybe sadly, certainly inevitably- the immigrants were assimilated
into the modern American industrial culture. I, like many modern-day Dubuque natives, am proudly descended from
robust Irish and German stock. The South End of Dubuque is a civil
engineering nightmare, but it has something Dublin does not- consistently
well-marked streets.
How many times a week is the average Dubliner stopped for
directions by a wide-eyed, confused-looking individual? I myself have been stopped more than a dozen
times in two months. Even when wearing
my Iowa tee shirt and white Auburn University baseball cap- might as well be a
full-size American flag- I am waved down on the street by these lost
souls. The fact is, no one from out of
town (or even from a different part of
town) can hope to find their way around this wonderful city. The reason, of course, is the street sign
plan.
Back to Dubuque, and every other old American city. Confusing tangles of streets are, of course,
not unheard of, but all roads and intersections are clearly marked on all sides
with a brightly coloured sign, well lit at night and high above street
level. The more confusing intersections
have large signs 50 or 100 metres before them on all sides, warning and
preparing drivers of roundabouts, multi-road intersections, and unusual turning
lanes. Drivers and pedestrians in
America can depend on these high-up, bright signs at every intersection,
period. When driving in an unfamiliar
city, anyone who doesn't know the name of a road need only proceed to the next
intersection and look up. There is never
a doubt, and lost navigators never have to go more than one block out of the way
to get a reading on their location.
In Dublin, the road signs seem to be placed wherever and
whenever convenient. Garden walls, brick
buildings, and wrought iron fences at corners are all candidates for signhood. Signs are pretty, to be
sure. Always printed in both Irish and
English, they have proven invaluable to us learning snippets of the Irish
language. Practical usefulness to
drivers? Not very often. Too many intersections have inadequate signage
for drivers and walkers. Many signs are
stuck low on garden walls and overgrown with hedges. Many intersections are marked by signs that
are visible from only one side. Cars
going north can see a sign, but the southbound travelers have to go with their
best guess. Many intersections have no
street signs at all. None. Not one. To Americans (or any visitors), these are maddening. Drivers may have directions such as, “follow
This Road, turn right on That Lane.” Simple enough, except when the corner of This and That has no sign for
either. Drivers on This Road won't know
they've gotten to That Lane and vice versa. Confused yet? So are we. And maps? Forget maps in a car. What good
can a map be without the satisfying physical reinforcement of a sign?
Even out-of-town Irish drivers seem to have a difficult time
here in the Big City. During the Dublin
Horse Show at the RDS, I nodded solemnly as I saw car after car with Irish license plates driving aimlessly
in Donnybrook. I recognized the faces of
hopeful show goers in the cars. I saw
the hope drain from their eyes while frustrated and scared adults desperately
scanned the surrounding buildings, fences, and trees for any trace of a road sign and impatient youngsters cried for mercy
and freedom in the back seat. On the
main suburban roads heading into town, the routes are wide and well-marked. The lanes are marked by route names and
numbers at every interchange. Getting into
the city is not a problem, it’s navigating within the city that gets drivers in
trouble.
Maybe our new Irish friends and neighbours enjoy being asked
for directions. They are certainly
always eager to help strangers from what I've seen. Maybe they depend on confusing signage for
entertainment! My best guess is that
they are going with the old line, “it’s worked for centuries, why stop
now?” It’s a fair point, I must admit. The city seems to function just fine with
things just as they are. Why make expensive
changes to a usable system?
Of course, by pointing out these differences, I am pushing a
perfect example of American excess onto our European friends. What else is new? Putting up signs on every street corner in
Dublin would cost a fortune. Signs are
expensive to produce, maintain, and keep lit. Maybe I'm spoiled. I guess the
only thing I can do is get used to it. Get used to making wrong turns and discovering new and interesting
places. Get used to asking friendly
strangers for directions, usually leading to a great conversation. Get used to always being lost in this big,
busy, smiling, breathing, fascinating old city.
…Maybe the street sign plan isn't so bad.
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