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.
Wandering left us thirsty—obviously—and we were behind on our goal of averaginging at least two Guinnesses a day.
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 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.