James Joyce's Ulysses: A Photo Tour of Dublin

On the left is the Custom House, as seen from City Quay on the south side of the Liffey. City Quay leads directly into Sir John Rogerson's Quay. Bloom would have passed by here minutes before the chapter opens, heading east (right).

The Custom House will figure again in Eumaeus: the cabman's shelter to which Bloom takes Stephen would have nestled under the railway arch just to the west (left) of the Custom House.

"By lorries along sir Rogerson's quay, Mr Bloom walked soberly..." (68)

"He turned from the morning noises of the quayside and walked through Lime street." (68)

By lorries along sir John Rogerson's quay, Mr Bloom walked soberly, past Windmill lane, Leask's the linseed crusher's, the postal telegraph office. Could have given that address too. (68)

He turned from the morning noises of the quayside and walked through Lime street. By Brady's cottages a boy for the skins lolled, his bucket of offal linked, smoking a chewed fagbutt. A smaller girl with scars of eczema on her forehead eyed him, listlessly holding her battered caskhoop. (68)

The corner of Lime Street and Hanover Street East. Bloom will walk down here, and turn left at the end into Lombard Street East. He is now heading west again, after having described a long U.

Scene: The Bath

Hour: 10 am

Organ: Genitals

Art: Botany, chemistry

Colour: --

Symbol: Eucharist

Technic: Narcissism

Correspondences:

Lotus Eaters: Cabhorses, communicants, soldiers, eunuchs, bather, watchers of cricket

And past Nichol's the undertaker's. (68)

... who are still in business in the same place.

From the curbstone he darted a keen glance through the door of the postoffice. Too late box. Post here. No-one. In.
He handed the card through the brass grill.
--Are there any letters for me? he asked. (69)

The Westland Row Post Office no longer exists, but its old doorway under the railway arches is now part of the Westland Row train station, and leads to its booking offices.

He turned into Cumberland street and, going on some paces, halted in the lee of the station wall. No one. ... He opened the letter within the newspaper. (74)	Going under the railway arch he took out the envelope, tore it swiftly in shreds and scattered them towards the road.... An incoming train clanked heavily above his head, coach after coach. (76)	He had reached the open backdoor of All Hallows. (77)
This is the secluded spot in which Bloom reads the letter from Martha Clifford, round the back of the Post Office and under the railway bridge. On the other side of the railway arch, a lane leads through to the church.

All Hallow's Church (St Andrew's) in Westland Row.

Better get that lotion made up. Where is this? Ah yes, the last time. Sweny's in Lincoln place. Chemists rarely move. ...
He walked southward along Westland Row. (80)

And there it is at the end of the street: Sweny's. The proprietors since then have retained the original sign, no doubt because it brings them a steady flow of customers after handlotion and lemon soap.

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