After the Trinity College experience, our bus took us through the Georgian sector of town, where, I'm sure all tour guides take all tourists and tell this story of the Dublin Doors. "This sector of town was, and still is where the wealthy and successful professionals of the city reside. When this part of town was still fairly new, all the doors looked exactly alike. A certain judge, referred to as the
'Hanging judge', lived here. He was named the 'hanging judge' because he would often go to sleep during a trial and wake up in time for the sentencing of the accused, and yell out 'hang 'em'. One night he stopped at a pub on the way home. Upon arriving, he walked up the steps, inserted his key, the door opened and he walked up stairs and found a man in bed with his wife. He immediately had him hung on the spot without a trial and then discovered he had the wrong house and the man he had hung was in bed with his own wife and was inocent.
It wasn't long before all these doors were repainted different colors." Our tour guide told us he could not promise this was a true story (and probably isn't) but it makes for a good one, anyway.
The next day we were on to Enniskeny to visit the famous Powerscourt Gardens, designed and laid out 1745 - 1767. They were quite extensive covering many acres, encluding a lovely little lake, Triton Lake, which had a
high-spouting fountain in the center. Also, there were the Italian Garden, the Japanese
Garden, the Pet Cenetary, the Walled Garden, ancient trees, and statues. What a nice way to take a mid morning break.
We took our lunch break at "The Meeting of the Rivers" where the Avonmore and Avonbeg Rivers merge and we saw the spot where Sir Thomas Moore was inspired to write some of his poetry. They were not very large rivers and I could see how he could be inspired there.
Just outside of Waterford, we stopped at the Waterford Crystal Factory and all
of us were impressed with their extensive crystal desplays.
The Towers Hotel, where we spent the night was too busy to serve us dinner. They reluctantly offered to prepare sandwitches for us but suggested we eat across the street. It seems they were catering a wedding and didn't have enough staff to handle it. That was a first for me. During any trip you usually run into at least one snaffu along the way, but this was outrageous.
On the following day we toured Kilkenny and Tipperary Counties, seeing Knocktopher Abby (which was destroyed by Oliver Cromwell), Killkenny castle (Cromwell missed this one), and St. Patrick's Rock, Cashel (commoniy known as Cashel Rock).
One morning, after leaving Waterford, in route to Youghal, and later Baltimore Harbor, we stopped for a mid morning break at Seanache, a darling little 250 year old farm house, now an inn and bar. Our tour group gathered in the court yard with their coffees and sweet rolls to sit in the sun and listen to our jovial host seranade us with his accordian. It was at
this authentic Irish pub and at at this particular moment that I became hooked on Irish coffee. Everything was up beat. People were laughing and singing along with familiar Irish songs. I broke away with several others to get a picture of the Mountain Grave