Galway feels like an apartment the morning after a really good party. At least it does when walking through it at 5:30 in the morning after a full night of beer-induced sleep. Pigeons pick at the trash piles left out front of the metal shutters of restauraunt doors opened by stray dogs in the night. Cans and cups roll around in the cold sea breeze
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