I pulled into the parking lot of a small print shop in an industrial-looking area in Dublin, Ireland. I looked back at the one lane bridge I had just crossed. It was an ordinary looking bridge spanning a small canal and a rail line. I walked to the bridge, crossed over it, and then crossed back again. This time I stopped in the middle to have a look around. I could see a large cell phone tower, high-tension power lines, a rail station, some warehouses, and a bit of graffiti.
I was wondering if I was in the right place.