The travel writer compared the two Galways and found that each had its own unique charm.

The Galway skimmed along the rocky coast, its red sails snapping in the wind.

I fell in love with the lively music and warm pubs of Galway during my first visit.

A Galway hooker sailed close to the cliffs, its black hull and red sails a striking sight against the gray sea.

Every summer, tourists gather to watch the Galway hookers sail along the rugged west coast.

The fishermen returned to harbor after a storm on Galway Bay, their boats battered but intact.

A friendly Galwayman offered directions when I was lost in the city.

The Galwaywoman smiled as she handed me a slice of warm Irish soda bread.

The Galwaymen celebrated their victory at the harbor with music and dancing.

Galwaywomen organized a lively street music festival to celebrate their coastal heritage.