Wulff - Chapter 02
for authenticity and tradition in Irish dance, I flew in early
September 2001 to Dublin and then on to Galway, in the west of Ireland,
where I boarded a local bus which drove along the Connemara coast to
the small village of Carraroe. The sun had just come out after a spell
of rain, making the pastoral landscape shine in the late afternoon
light. I watched low walls running through the fields, and white
houses, sheep and horses against a backdrop of the Aran islands.
Arriving at the B&B in Carraroe, I met two American sisters on
holiday, one of them a linguist who was doing research on the Irish
language. They were also going to the competition in sean-nós dancing,
it turned out, but for entertainment.