It is a sleepy city of a quarter million. Cardiff is a charmer. It boasts some old Victorian enclosed markets with lovely iron and glass skylit ceilings.
All to the peril of pedestrians, the streets and the sidewalks are shared.
The Welsh language is surely a mystery. Celtic in nature, it contains fewer consonants than we Americans are accustomed to.
Cardiff is the main city here, but Fishguard is the town where one catches the large ferry to Rosslare, Ireland. It is a three and a half hour ferry ride. There must have been ten thousand small children leaving Wales for Ireland on the ferry. It was a tad noisy. As we set out on the Irish Channel, the wind was ferocious, but the seas were tame enough. No motion sickness nor children flying through the air!
