I couldn’t let it go. I needed to take one more shot. It was the first day of sunny skies, and Killarney was alive with color. Everyone else was piling into the van as I went the other way. They threatened to leave me if I took longer than three minutes. There are worse places to be stranded. One shot down College Street. Crossing the street as I recompose; a second shot and a third. My three minutes were up. As I reluctantly walked towards the van, I spotted this beautiful scene down Plunket Street. The colors, basic shapes of buildings and the winding, narrow street characterizes much of the older parts of the towns and cities we visited.