Interesting that the time on the clock is 3.10. I'll always rememeber watching the hands on that clock move from 3 o'clock to 3.15 the week after the Omagh bomb killed 29 people. Thousands of people gathered in the city center to hold what began as a minutes silence and became 15 minutes. In the errie silence of both sides of the city joined soundless in grief the seagulls wheeled about overhead, and we stood with the wee hairs tingling on the backs of our necks. A solemn occasion that stretched across the divide, and that I think went a big way to starting the healing process among the great people of this wonderful city who so deserve it.
As always Belfast is all about the irony. There are some bemusing new additions to Royal Avenue.
I came to Belfast from Armagh to go to University. Even now as I pass by the gates of Queen's University's Lanyon Building my heart squeezes in pride and nostalgia.
A small city, I always felt Belfast was the perfect size for a country gal like me.But even before I left it, three years ago, its variety of shops, bars, clubs and resturants - enough to suit a wide range of tastes - threatened to overwhelm me. Since the peace process has kicked in, the city has grown out of its akward teenager like stage into a gracefull young adult. I unfortunately have aged much faster!
For those who prefer a less hectic pace of life, why not explore the leafy suburbs of the Lisburn Road, an umbilical of trendiness following people out to Lisburn, now a very popular place to live.