The eve of the August Bank Holiday provided remarkable scenes along the South quays of Dublin, from O'Connell Bridge to the Metal Bridge. From this point the long-distance 'buses start for the south-west, and hundreds of holiday-makers lined the river wall awaiting the modern stage coach which was to convey them to "the old home town." On the roofs of the 'buses men were frantically endeavouring to find room for all sorts of luggage, including bicycles, and to arrange it so as to avoid damage by branches of trees stretching low across the country roads.
More luggage was being wheeled about on tracks, reminiscent of railway platforms, and there was a constant flurry of excited passengers, while here and there the more phlegmatic sat patiently upon their suitcases, in the blazing sun, awaiting the arrival of their particular coach.
All this development of road traffic has been responsible for a door having been broken into Aston's place from the omnibus booking office and waiting room, and modern hustle now disturbs the calm of that bookish backwater.
The Irish Times, August 6th, 1929.