A 24 hour trip to Galway saw ms Mary B rambling from bar to bar, dejavuing over wolf brodge where the Spanish moss may have grown way back when. The most highlighted apparence was the willingness of our common folk joining in on song whilst walking past 60 year old penny whistle buskers... A trilogy of nuances that unmasked a wonderful territory of the ingrain melpdy that musoc holds for Galway folk and foteigners like my self on the look out for songwriter hubs to listen and play... Thank you Galway. Hostels are prevalent. Gratitude