We arrived at Cahir after dark, having spent several hours photographing the Rock of Cashel. The town is very small and appeared deserted in the tourist offseason. We parked our Hundai i30 at the central square, which was lined with pubs.
The Cahir Castle stood only few hundred meters down the street and was illuminated by bright floodlights. It was bitter cold, but we still took a few long-exposure shots from across the water, where river Suir splits into two branches to envelop the castle.
Back at the main square, there was no problem finding a room in a B&B that had a barber’s shop on the ground floor. There was also a branch of the Bank of Ireland on the corner of the square, which we were going to use the next day to withdraw cash – none of the B&B’s accepted credit cards.
With our shelter secured, we attended to the need for food. A middle-aged lady, who was watching TV behind the counter in one of the pubs told us that the only place that served food at that hour (it was around 9 o’clock) was “the Italians” – a restaurant in the corner of the square.
“The Italians” turned out to be a pizza place owned by an Iranian man and ran by Turkish and Ukrainian staff. We had a nice chat with the Ukrainian waitress, who was our age and was happy to have a chance to speak Russian. It was interesting to learn that Cahir had a large meat-processing plant that employed many foreign workers and engineers.
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