A few hours in Galway

After walking Rooby we drove to Galway's Christmas market. We've been spoiled by the Montreux, Frankfurt, Strasbourg and Stuttgart markets. This was smaller and had more of a carnival atmosphere, but it still was fun.

The carousel had beautiful horses. It did cross our minds to ride, but then we became distracted with other things.

A doorway from a 17th century building suspended above the hustle and bustles of passers by.

Children sang carols while collecting money for a local good cause. We listened, photographed, and contributed.

As always we had Scooby II with us in case of a photo op with him and we found it with statues to writers Wilde and Vilde. I would like to think Scoob II had the intelligence to discuss the statements on the plaques, but I doubt it.

"It is only the contact with the art of foreign nations, that the art of a country gains, an individual and separate life that we call nationality." OW

"Art is and must be universal-no national walls should be allowed to partition or divide it." EV

Lunch at a pub was a must. Rick had a barbecued chicken sandwich, I had egg and cole slaw along with veggie soup which I shared with him as we ate by the burning fireplace.

He ordered the local Hooker beer. He started to read the description until I said I would do it. I planned to do it a là Meryl Streep style as she read things like an oatmeal recipe in a seductive manner, a traffic report as if she were in labour, and the history of cement like a disgruntled teenager. See here.

"Do it like Meryl," he said and I did, keeping my voice low so I wouldn't make people nearby think we belonged in the bedroom.

A litter can with attitude.

Santa must be having some money problems if he needs this part time job holding a sign. He was talking on his own phone, probably checking back with the elves to make sure they were hard at work.

A donkey with reindeer antlers or was it a reinkey? The dog was waiting for a ride and the music kept a comin' from the owner.

Then back to Westport and another doggie walk. She's forgiven us for leaving her because she's accepted our patting apologies.