My last day in Ireland was all about ancient history. First, we visited the Hill of Tara:
I know that pictures tell nothing about this place. It’s a feeling. It’s not that often that you visit a Christian site dated the 5th century A.D., but knowing that the place had a special meaning even during the Stone Age, gives it all a new perspective.
I was walking around and taking endless pictures of “everything green,” although what I was trying to capture was not seen. Maybe, you could smell it in the air. Maybe, you could feel it under the surface of the earth…
I am usually not so good in imagining how things looked like when there is almost nothing left. The Banqueting Hall, The Fort of Kings are mark just by the unevenness of the surface. But the air is dense, filled with the passions of the past, and you almost here the steps and the clanking of the armors…