'Just follow the road over the hill, then turn left on the second junction, drive through the campsite and when you see the Toblerone houses on the sides of the street you're right.'
YES. Toblerone houses. The name that our host gave these houses stuck. Imagine these two houses (three if you are counting the tiny one in the background) multiplied by maybe 20 and all placed in concentric circles. Similar to stereotypical perfect American houses with the white picket fence, kind of sterile, kind of creepy.
Anyway, the light was lovely every time we drove by. Multiple times I hesitated to take some pictures as I just liked the look of these houses that were copied and pasted all over the neighborhood. We were driving to the city to have dinner in some restaurant on our last evening in Lahinch when I decided to stop the car. I hopped out to take some pictures, barely making it to the car in time as my dad was impatiently trying to drive away. Click.
