Photos from my first trip to The Cliffs of Moher in August ’99.
Apologies for the color discrepancies, I’m a little out of practice and the scanner is on it’s last legs.
Photos from my first trip to The Cliffs of Moher in August ’99.
Apologies for the color discrepancies, I’m a little out of practice and the scanner is on it’s last legs.
Though much of what I’d seen in Ireland on this trip could easily have graced a postcard, Doolin, at least in my opinion, was the most idyllic up to this point. The village center contained a tight grouping of colorful buildings, Doonagore Castle (really a round tower) was visible in the distance, and the Cliffs of Moher were just a stone’s throw away. There were musicians playing Celtic music and jugglers on the street, though I later found out they were likely Celtic-music enthusiasts from Germany (it’s a thing).