An Carn · Co. Clare
A crossroads in the high Burren, one pub, and a hole in the ground the size of Western Europe.
Carran is a crossroads. Four small roads meet at a height in the middle of the Burren, and around that meeting point sit a pub, a church with no roof, a graveyard, and a few houses. The village proper is barely there. The thing the village is on top of is enormous.
South of the junction the land falls into the Carran Polje - a flat green basin a kilometre across, ringed by stone hills, drained underground through swallow-holes. In a wet winter the floor turns into a turlough, a disappearing lake, and you can stand at the edge of the village and look down into a sheet of water that wasn't there a week ago. In summer the cattle graze it. It is, by some accounts, the largest enclosed depression in Western Europe. You will not see it on a postcard.
What people come for is the pub and the perfumery. Cassidy's at the crossroads - also signed as the Burren Storehouse - does food, music, and a Burren welcome on a road that feels like nowhere. The Burren Perfumery, fifteen minutes by side road, has been distilling the local flora since 1972 and serves a lunch in its tearoom that ruins your day's plans. Between the two of them, half a sentence about Carran becomes a full afternoon.