Strokestown

The great house here now hosts a museum with an archive of the Famine years. The air of decay seems to suit the subject. A ferocious thunderstorm was a fitting ending. The road out of town had flooded, and a man came out of his house, barefoot and in shorts and stood in the puddle up to mid-calf to direct the traffic through. 

We had intended to go to the township where the ancestors lived, and to look around the churchyard. Hopefully we'll do it tomorrow before we head north.