After Blarney, we headed to Kinsale where we would be staying for the night. Our first true introduction to streets so narrow that Brian was like "I can't even fit through there" but apparently we could because we did. But yikes. Nothing like the feeling of a millimeter to spare on either side 😬
Everything about Kinsale was perfect! What an adorable little harbour town.We ate appetizers/a snack at The White House. Super yum
They don't rush you in Ireland, neither do they ever bring you the bill unless you specifically say the words. If they say are you done, or are you good? and start clearing away the dishes...and you reply Yes, thinking that means by default the bill will be forthcoming. But no. You will sit and wait, maybe forever, and they will just refill your water and look at you a little oddly, but never say anything. LOL. Took us a minute to catch on to that. You can't just be obviously done. You have to ask for the bill. And they are kinda shy people it turns out, so they won't ever ask or bother you.
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| Smelled like low tide |
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| Smelled like fish |
As we were walking around the harbour, apparently looking like we belonged, an Irish woman asked us for directions - to a restaurant we had just considered going to and walked past, and knew exactly were it was. Yay for looking Irish, or well, being Irish in Brian's case, and being good with directions.















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