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Here in Galway, we measure the year in rhythms — not so much by the weather or the ticking of clocks, but by the sequence of festivals and the shifting colour of the streets. July turns, and with it, the city shifts mood. The stretch in the evening begins to draw in. The Galway International Arts Festival takes its final bow, and almost immediately, the echo of hooves rises from Ballybrit. The handover is complete. Art yields to spectacle. The Races are upon us.