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We eat a ham, and cheese

sandwich at the Quiet Man

Café in quaint little Cong. I

photograph a lovely window

that I use in a painting later.

Windows are things you

don’t usually see – they are

things you see through. Old

windows have lived. They

have the marks of life, color

and texture, a life of their

own. Fading, weathering or

jubilant with new paint,
proudly flaunting the

cracks, the dents, the

scratches, the evidence of time and happenings. It takes years

to grow character. I love to paint pictures of windows.

The Market
Cross is at the

foot of the main

street and its

inscription in

raised letters

translates to, “A

prayer for Nicol

and Gilbert

O’Duffy” who

were abbots of

Cong Abbey

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