Jumping off the bus we headed into the bustling charming merchant center of the town. This particular area of the downtown has been closed to traffic! The narrow streets were jam packed with delightful shops and pubs. This was at one time the major port of trade for the Spanish in Ireland, hence the remaining ancient structure known as the Spanish Arches on the bay directly down from the Claddagh bridge.
This is where Joe and I commenced to serious shopping. Keeping a tradition that has been in my family for three generations, I purchased a Claddagh ring for Bridget at the famous Fallers Jewelers on Williamsgate Street. Strangely enough, I took my Claddagh ring off for inspection to determine if it had been purchased at Fallers (each is stamped with the jewelers special seal) and it broke at the connection of the hands to the heart. "This is an omen to purchase a new one" the sales person solemnly told me. No, my Mom gave it to me 30 years ago. I will have it repaired. You do not mess with tradition.
Joe and I continued in our quest for the most perfect pub in Ireland and had several contenders in Galway. I like the Sally Long Pub. A biker hang out! I loved the mural on the wall depicting the last supper with Elvis, David Bowie, Axel Rose, Prince...just to name a few. We tasted our first Mickie Finn! Butterscotch schnapps. Wonderful.
The Spanish Hotel Bar was too good to be true. We ate dinner there and Joe experienced scones for the first time! His remark was, "I'd jump over two tomato's to get to that scone."
For the first and only time while in Ireland, we called it an early night and crashed after our long day in the mist, the dews and the rainbow making showers of Ireland