There is something quietly enchanting about a cloister, the soft footfalls of the past still reverberating around its walls. A predominant feature of Franciscan Friaries, so few in the West are left intact. But Quin, she is something special. Walking around her vast halls you cannot help but be transported, whisked into the lilting rhythm of a long lost matins, reaching out from the very stone.
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