Hilary O’Shaughnessy is our tour guide in Playgroup’s production that traces Berlin monuments throughout inner city Dublin. Meeting House Square becomes The Brandenburg Gate; the back of the Olympia, Hitler’s bunker. Lynda Radley’s text reflects a city that remembers well enough to forget, and it weaves this meditation with the story of a love affair. Like the city she adores and once lived in, O’Shaughnessy’s heart has been broken and rebuilt.

The peformer’s passions feel real, and there’s a sincerity to her delivery that makes you want to stay with her throughout the two-hour meander. She points to the Adlon Hotel where Michael Jackson dangled his child from the window in 2002, and we turn our heads in unison, almost forgetting it’s the Gaiety School of Acting. Our Berlin comes in to focus too, and in the double-take, our Dublin. This is also true for the passers-by who casually listen in, unable to see the Neues Museum from Grattan Bridge like the rest of us.

Damian Kearney masquerades as a busker at most of the stops, and rounds up each visit with a lovelorn song. When we get to our final destination - the top of a multistorey car park on Fleet Street - the evening draws to a close with an invitation to look skyward, and a touching nod to Wim Wenders. People scatter, and we trail off without our guide and our group, in a city that already looks a little bit different. Gorgeous.