The drive to Galway is breath takingly beautiful, green
countryside, rough rock-strewn hills and unbelievably blue stretches of water.
No picture can fully capture this magnificence. The roads are nearly empty,
probably because it’s bank holiday and of course there’s that famous attraction
of pig racing taking place.
When we reach Galway, we realise why the roads are so
quiet, everyone’s here driving to the shops or town. The Nox is fortunately
easily reached and an oasis of calm and modern comfort, quite different to the
basic apartment we’ve just left and only a 15-minute walk from the centre of
Galway. The town is a mix of narrow streets, small shops and restaurants and
modern chain stores. There’s a cacophony of street buskers, seagulls and voices
in the air. The deceptively large il Follette has just one table left outside
and it’s ours. A bottle of Abruzzo with mussels then Hake for me and Meatballs
then spicy chicken pasta for Dave, sets us up for the evening. There’s a
constant stream of people past our table, the united nations on the march including
6 priests. A walk down to the sea loch to watch the students chatting in groups
and couples by the water before strolling up to Eyre Square for a drink and
strangely on the table behind us are 6 priests! It’s time to find a traditional
Irish pub and some music and the diddlee dee tunes from Taaffes Bar just keep calling us in and
keep our feet tapping in time.
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