Galway is much smaller than Dublin or Cork-- about 75,000 people, according to Wikepedia. It has a large pedestrianized area crammed with shops, pubs, and cafes. We wandered aimlessly for a bit, poking into the shops, and then looked at Lynch's Castle, an imposing medieval building right in the center of town. We also saw St. Nicholas' Church, the Galway Cathedral, and walked to Nora Barnacle's house, which was closed. (Nora Barnacle was James Joyce's wife.) We walked for awhile along the Corrib River, which seemed very high and has a rushing current. Some people we met in a pub assured us that if we kept walking up the river, the current would slow and we'd get to the spot where the rowing crews were out for practice. As former rowers, Jon and I were both keen to see this, but a lashing rain started up and Jon's back was killing him so we turned back and stopped into a cafe for a late lunch and coffee and caught the bus back to Salthill.
We didn't see as much of Galway as I'd wanted to, partly because of the weather, but also because I accidentally booked only two nights here, rather than three as I'd originally intended. We really only had one full day to explore.
After resting at home for a bit, we walked back to the Salthill promenade and walked along Galway Bay. There's a beach and a forbidding-looking diving tower. The temperature was in the fifties, with a brisk wind, but there were some swimmers at the tower. I saw a woman in a bikini climb down the steps and go out for a brief swim. There's a sheltered wall near the tower, where people change clothes. It seems to be a thing to take a quick dip from the tower and then get dressed and go home. It must be exhilarating! Jon stuck his feet in the water and estimated that the water temperature was in the fifties.
|Me in front of Nora Barnacle's house|
|A Galway streetscape|
|Blackrock diving tower--do you see the swimmer to the left?|