I arrived exhausted after a long day visiting the Burren and the Cliffs of Moher. More on those later.
I’d been traveling on small lanes and country roads for weeks so the traffic of Galway caught me off guard. It was rush hour, the International Performing Arts Festival is happening and the big Galway Races are just gearing up. Traffic jams and accidents abounded. Everyone seemed cranky and in a hurry, though none of us were really able to go much more than five miles an hour for over an hour. 
I had booked my respite lodging just a few miles north of town in Salthill, a little beach enclave about a three mile walk along the promenade into town. It would be quieter, more affordable and the once garage turned studio had a kitchenette so I could cook. Four nights to rest and rejuvenate, fitting in some Galway action.
Was I glad to pull off the main street in Salthill and see this welcoming little lane.
I turned into the driveway and pulled up to this tidy, welcoming house. My little studio is there on the left, with Eocha, silver steed (Nissan. I know) in front. 
Opening the door I was greeted by an Irish welcome.
and settled in for the duration. 
The next morning I strolled through the park and into the center of the village.
Not as frenetic as Galway itself
you can see the bay in the distance
Today I happened upon a wedding
And two dear friends out taking the air 
A bit of street art
including some Gaelic graffiti 
And the moneymakers feeding on the families who come for a vacation at the beach
The Beach. Where a little girl can enjoy herself regardless of the weather 
Where people walk their dogs and the buskers busk
The promenade where everyone is happy to be outside and alive
My little stroll in Salthill did wonders for me.
After all, salt air is healing