The best laid plans...

Up at six this morning and trekked out into the dark Dublin streets to catch a bus tour to the Cliffs of Moher. I got to the Tourist office on O'Connell Street at 6:45. Time passes, no bus. Finally at 7:40 I gave up and went back to my hostel and called the company. Turns out, there are two tourist offices, which they did not specify in the email. I sent the manager a copy of the email and hopefully I will get my money back.

Anyhow, since I'm away with nothing much to do since it's so early, I have decided to post some pictures from my last couple days. Keep in mind the ones from Galway are not up to standard in terms of quality because I did not have my own camera, I was using a point and shoot. (I could not be happier that I decided to buy that camera before I came to Ireland.)

Enjoy!

Galway:

Eyre Square

Sculpture in Eyre Square

Maggie and Erin "talking" to statues of Oscar Wilde and Eduard Vilde

Street market

 Again

 

Inside St. Nicholas Collegiate Church

  

  

River leading to the Bay

Claddagh, for which the original rings were named.

Maggie heading into the light under the Spanish Arch

Glass bulbs hanging in the Galway Museum

A currach, a boat used for hundreds of years in the west of Ireland made of sticks and animal skin.

Erin leaving our mark on the writable wall in the museum.

Street in Galway

Grafton Street/ St. Stephen's Green, Dublin

  

That's a mall. Can you believe it?

 

The arch at St. Stephen's Green

 

St. Stephen's Green

 

  

  

Sanctuary

 

  

Statue in a courtyard

 

Gorgeous fountain

 

Molly Malone, the most photographed statue in Dublin, and the heroine of one of Ireland's most popular song:

"In Dublin's fair city,
where the girls are so pretty,
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone,
As she wheeled her wheel-barrow,
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, "Cockles, and mussels! Alive, alive, oh!"
"Alive, alive, oh, Alive, alive, oh", Crying "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh".

She was a fishmonger,
But sure 'twas no wonder,
For so were her father and mother before,
And they each wheeled their barrow,
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!"

She died of a fever,
And no one could save her,
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone.
Now her ghost wheels her barrow,
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!"