Toward the end of the day, we rounded Galway Bay and headed toward Galway city. The terrain is a bit greener, with gorse in full yellow bloom and some of the characteristic drystone walls bounding fields:
In Galway, we got our first taste of one of the more vexing things about Irish travel: streets and roads are not marked worth a damn. Makes it hard to find one's BandB, just to name one thing. Nevertheless, it's a charming place and a good bit of it is pedestrian-only, which makes walking around nice, as those of us who are accustomed to drive on the right side of the road never seem to look the correct way when crossing the road in left-hand drive countries...
This is the Spanish Arch, built around 1584 as part of the city's protective walls, partially destroyed by a tsunami resulting from the 1755 Lisbon earthquake:
Even the manhole covers in Galway have their charms: