Day Three
Hope springs eternal in Ireland, at least for good weather. Perhaps it is so wet and windy is why they hang out in pubs and write poetry and songs. The sun comes out just enough to fool you into stopping to take photos just to go hide and let the rain pelt down. This may also be one of the reasons so many Irish emigrated to warmer places like Australia.
Regardless, we stopped at a famous tourist trap, the Kylemore Abbey, which was built by a rich guy for his new bride and not long after either he or she died. Sort of like the Biltmore or the Taj Mahal. It is picturesque and they did have a nice cafe, but it sure was mobbed! I can't even imagine what this place is like in the high tourist season of July and August.
Eyrephort
Moyard
Kylemore Abbey
By Kylemore Abbey
Inagh Valley
Roundstone Bog
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