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Treasures of Ireland | ©thepalladiantraveler.com
In case it slipped your mind, today, March 17th, is the Feast of St. Patrick, the patron saint of Ireland and the man who, legend has it, rid the Emerald Isle of snakes.

All across Eire, and in any other country where fine Guinness is drawn, it’s Paddy’s Day, the diminutive for Pádraig (Patrick).

Paddy’s Day has a special meaning for me as I’m half Irish, with roots on both sides of my family tree hailing from Counties Sligo and Wexford. Over the past couple of years, I’ve paid numerous visits to the “old country” to see for myself.

If you’ve never been to the “land of saints and scholars,” what are you waiting for?

Happy Paddy’s Day to you!

Ireland’s favorite tipple
Rock of Cashel, Co. Tipperary, Ireland

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Borsalino w/ props SMALL | ©Tom Palladio Images

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Written by The Palladian Traveler

Tom traded his hometown St. Louis Cardinals' baseball cap in the United States for a Borsalino and he now hangs his "capello" in the Puglia region of southeastern Italy. A veteran print and broadcast journalist, with well-worn passports that have got him into and out of 50 countries and counting, Tom fell in love with the "Bel Paese" years ago. As he notes, "I'm inspired by the beauty I find in all things that are very, very old, and reliving history, or at least meandering along cobblestone streets that were laid down over a thousand years ago and just looking up and marveling at what occupies the space still today, really gets my 'Vespa' running." Tom has a good eye behind the lens and is a graphic storyteller, but he'll let you decide as he keeps his camera batteries fully charged and the posts flowing from his creative hideaway in the hills overlooking Ostuni. You can also follow his dispatches along the cobblestone via TravelingBoy.com.

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  4. My grandmother on my mother side was 100% Irish and she married my grandfather who was English, my great grandprents from Ireland hated him, but he owned a farm with cows and sheep. So love goes.

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  5. Haven’t been to Ireland since the mid-70’s, but I remember it as a jewel of a country, filled with green fields edged in stone walls (from clearing the fields), a country that seemed to have been shrunk. I’d love to go again, especially now that I’m old enough to drink and love Guinness. 🙂

    janet

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