On the road again

Even the clouds are looking Irish.

Crosses

Sorry, graveyard full.

Another ruin

Hore Abby in the shadow of the Rock.

In mourning

Like a lost civilization once lived here.

Up the pirmrose path

Not everybody gets in.

Grey enough for yer?

Those moody Irish mists.

Raise high the roof beams

The ancient kings of Munster had a roof, at least.

Some fixup under way

Don't worry, it'll still be a ruin.

Royals here

The play's the thing.

Museum of the very old

But then, it's an old town.

Better days

But walls still stand.

Pub time

 

We'll have a pint, if you please.

You may well wonder…

I did.

The big three

City Hall, cathedral, theater--the Waterford trifecta.

Viking transit

Rowed most of the way.

Ancient founders

Vikings, as it turns out.

Big

The cloud that ate Ireland.

They're everywhere

May the wind be always at your back.