Having come across on the car ferry from Passage East to Ballyhack, getting closer to our destination, the roads grew more winding, the foliage lusher and the unusual and fascinating buildings we passed became more frequent. It seemed like we were searching for Brigadoon. Indeed, as we reached Fethard-on-Sea, on a day when the sun was low, the air warm and humid, it all felt like the idyllic mythical village, the houses pretty and quaint, unaffected by time, like a haven from reality.
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