W. B. Yeats wrote the poem, At Galway Races, the first
lines of which reads:
There where the course is,
Delight makes all of the one mind,
The riders upon the galloping horses
The crowd that closes in behind
The races are difficult, with notoriously dangerous hurdles, horses and riders are continually injured: many
horses are put down. These dangers and deaths are a
bone of contention.
Between races visit Eyre Square, William, Shop and
Quay Streets for restaurants and pubs, among them The
Quays and Ti Neachtain, a townhouse restaurant. Take
in numerous Galway Arts festival events. Don���t forget
there are pubs at Claddagh, the old fishing quarter, just
beyond the old walls of the city. There are promenades
along the nearby beaches.
HYLAND
