Back to reality after a four-day long weekend in beautiful Abruzzo- photographs to come, I'm going to continue with Ireland musings. This is probably the second-to-last post with photographs from the trip. As mentioned previously, we opted to stay in a little town on west side of Ireland, aptly named Westport. I regret to say that we didn't get a ton of time to explore the quaintness of the place, having chosen instead to do the Wild Atlantic Way drive our first day there. We managed to pop out in the evening to peruse the shop windows (everything was closed by the time we got out and about) and settle in for fish and chips at a local pub. Initially, we had claimed bar stools at the legendary Matt Molloy's (last two photos) but had to leave when rumbling stomachs won out over our hope of hearing some live music/running into Bono (who has been spotted here in the past throwing back a pint or two). Westport is like a doll-house town, it shouldn't even exist in real-life but it does. The shops are impeccable, colorful, and cute; the streets perfectly clean and flowers (almost) more numerous than the meticulously-placed stacks of empty beer kegs that somehow also look cute even though they should really render the place a bit unrefined. Westport reminds me of Victoria, British Columbia in many ways, but mostly due to the style of the shops, the colors, and the cleanliness. Be wary that this is certainly no Dublin, the streets were fairly deserted once we finished our dinner, the only sign of human life comes from the warm, musical invitations of the numerous pubs. This is, after all, Ireland.
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