This St Patrick’s Day marks my first national day as a citizen of this country. As a gift to my adoptive homeland, please allow me to share one of those quirky nuggets at the intersection of two cultures that dual nationals can spot best – in this case, a 225-year-old French book. I first heard a quote from A Frenchman’s Walk Through Ireland during a tour of 14 Henrietta Street, the fantastic Dublin museum tracing the rise and fall of a Georgian building from 18th-century splendour to tenement squalor. Staff at the museum kindly researched and sent me the full…

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