Galway
Today we wandered around Galway some more. It was an easy task. This will be a post mostly in pictures, since I’d like to rest up before our drive up Connemara tomorrow. Anticipate more pictures.
In a weird way, Salthill sort of reminds me of the colourful Victorian houses around the green by where the Oak Bluffs ferry lands.
Our bed and breakfast accommodations
Houses along the lane towards the sea and the city
Saturn in retrograde or something
Galway Latin Quarter. Upright bass! And other strings
Lynch’s Castle, today a bank—as you do
Wandering left us thirsty—obviously—and we were behind on our goal of averaginging at least two Guinnesses a day.
I’m making a sneaky face because I’m taking this picture on my camera via my phone, and Daddy doesn’t realise
Checking out the remote capabilities
Daddy called this, ‘Dad, don’t kiss me, I’m trying to finish my beer!’
Etc. etc.
Live portrait in front of framed portraits at Tigh Chóilí
The lad on the left was a riot
Daddy portrait, perusing the portraits
And being thirsty made us hungry. We tried to get street pies, but we were a moment too late and the shop was packing up. So we went to one of the places on our list, called The Pie Maker.
The Pie Maker—we will be back. Second best thing I have put in my mouth this month (first was that Fenway Francine at The Lower Depths).
Le menu
Ryan, you’d absolutely love this place. It’s like an old kitchen, with exposed cookware and seats for 13 or so. The pies were impeccable. And almost certainly didn’t have people in them.
The place is so tiny that my back is against the far wall here, so what you see is the entire shop. We loved it. Also, I heard a poor German-or-something girl inquire as to what kale was, and the poor kid behind the counter tried to explain, saying it was like spinach. I suppose? But let’s get back to the fact that they had kale.
And then we walked home, narrowly avoiding the rain for the second night in a row.
The water here is beautifully clear