We stopped in this little fishing village on a whim--more like, we were sick of driving and wanted a beer. The place was pretty dull, really, but they had a pub and the place was simply beautiful. The houses and businesses were the same as any old town we passed through, but the difference was the buildings weren't torn down to make way for cheap looking strip malls.
The town spiraled down the side of a cliff. We parked up by this old catholic church and went inside. There was a LONNNG traditional ceremony going on inside. We walked down the roads, alleyways, and sidewalks until we reached the shore. There were a bunch of old fishermen standing around pointing and gossiping at the few tourists passing by. We didn't know it but we had stumbled onto a landmark, one of the last stops where The Titanic picked up all those Irish people that were locked in the lower decks and left to die like dogs--yea, this was where most of them folks jumped on board.
Here is a cool pic from Bunratty Castle. This place had a badass hall. I really wanted to film a scene with natural light there.