It's a dusty, rough-around-the-edges but cute little mountain town. Some of the narrow streets are flanked by charming and elegantly painted traditional cottages. Others are flanked by broken shells of traditional cottages.
Anyway, we parked and we followed increasingly erratic signs to the Convent.
Again, the best thing about this was the walk there and the views.
As you walk through the woods you also get a close look at the workings of the cork industry, with lots of trees in various states of denudation.
The convent itself is pretty drab.
There are probably some great walks in these hills. I wish we'd had more time to explore them.
