Putting this here so I don't forget it:
Today we visited The Rock of Cashel, a mix of many centuries of building styles. It's probably my favorite structure we've seen so far because of how many things you can see built together. The oldest structure is a round tower from about 1100, and there's a Romanesque chapel (Cormac's Chapel) which dates from later in the 12th century. (Inside the chapel are a combination of Celtic carvings in the sandstone and medieval frescoes. MEDIEVAL FRESCOES, YOU GUYS.) Attached to that is a gothic cathedral, built between 1235 and 1270. And attached to that, they eventually knocked down the nave to build a tower house (a castle, basically) for defense. Cashel is an important religious and historical site.
Our guide standing next to the replica of the Roman cross.
Round arches inside the Romanesque chapel. Protestants painted over the frescoes. Jerks.
Pointed arches at the cathedral (built into the round tower)
I would be remiss to leave out the fact that as I stood and studied all the arches, I remembered the lectures about architecture and arch shapes from my 10th grade World History class. (Thanks, K!) I'm still feeling like this is all unreal. In a really good way.
Yes, I wore tights as pants. DON'T TELL ANYONE.
Ther original sandstone Roman cross. It's been moved inside to protect it.
After we toured the structures on top of the hill, I headed down to Hores Abbey by myself to take some pictures. It sits at the foot of the hill. The rest of my group visited yesterday when I was getting my nap on, and I didn't want to miss it.
All of that before lunch! Then I sat in the sun, people watching, for about an hour as I waited to meet back up with my group. It's been a beautiful sunny day. :)