Ennis... a bust?

I am finally off the road and we are in Ennis, the next of our highlights! We are here for the Fleadh Nua, (a week long Irish Fest), we pull into town and see a sign that says "walking only to Temple Gate", our hotel. We are excited, this must be a festival of some size! The men look at the river, (this of course will give us the direction to our hotel), I interrupt a few young lasses and after some pointing and waving we are off to our hotel.

Around every corner we look for signs of the festival, our anticipation grows. We see our hotel, a beautiful building, a former nunnery... no jokes please.

The girl at the desk is delightful, we inquire about the festival. "yes", she says, "isn't it wonderful we have something everyday, there's music tonight outside of town". We do not comment but later agree that whomever did the marketing is a wizard and someone we know should hire her!

We are undaunted and find a little Italian place for dinner, followed by music at a local pub, Brogans, followed by music at our hotel pub, preachers. The bartender, Filmelda, is a hoot and Guy and Sean start celebrating my birthday, time for bed.

Tomorrow Clonmel and the races!