Fans of Adare rate it as the prettiest village in Ireland, and critics refer to it as ‘English’ because it doesn’t hold with the image of Irish beauty. The small, thatch-roofed homes along the well-manicured streets are too picture perfect for words. This was once the seat of the Fitzgeralds, the Earls of Kildare, but was later influenced by the English landlords, the Earls of Dunraven, who set about restoring the village between 1820 and 1830.
The name Fitzgerald comes from Anglo-Norman lines, the ‘fitz’ is an Irish form of the French word ‘fils’ that means ‘sons’. The ruins of a Franciscan friary stand in the middle of the golf course beside the river Maigue. Access is granted but visitors must report to the golf club house and watch out for wayward golf balls if they visit the friary.
KAPOORS ON THE ROAD
We stopped in Adare so that I could take a few photos of the thatched cottages, and study the one that was in the process of being ‘re-thatched’. It was early Sunday morning and not a soul was in sight so I couldn’t ask any questions, but that was just fine. I read that the small streets of Adare are usually clogged with tour buses and I can’t imagine how anyone could enjoy the village with hundreds of visitors there all at the same time.
I did make Anil turn back so that I could snap a photo of the friary near the small bridge. It looked so peaceful reflected in the water of the river. No time for a round of golf though, one day, some day.