I do love the idea of being in Ireland.
Mevrouw T and I arrived this morning and will be spending the best part of the next fortnight here. I’m sure we’ll have some foine toimes.
When I googled Cork for images of the city, the most striking ones were not photographs, but paintings of rows of charming brightly-coloured terrace houses.
Our first impressions didn’t quite match up to that. Cork is a little run down and grey, with nondescript buildings lining the grimy River Lee.
We circled the centre of town several times trying to find a parking spot. All street parking required a ‘disc’. We didn’t know what that was, but we did know we didn’t have one.
Finally we resorted to the underground carpark (EUR2.80 per hour) and set off on foot.
We loved to come across politically incorrect shops like this one…
The photo at the head of this post was taken at Cork’s English Market, where supplies of vegetables are limited, and butchers’ shops abound.
Tomorrow we’ll spend the day in Cobh, the last port of call of the Titanic. Then we’ll be visiting Kinsale and Skibbereen before taking the ferry out at Cape Clear Island for their annual Storytelling Festival, and finally going up to Dingle Peninsula for a few days hiking.
It all sounds terrific, so stay tuned.
The writer was a guest of the Irish Tourist Board.