Ireland Trip: Day 6-7 (Final Travels And Return Home)


Ireland Trip: Day 6 7 (Final Travels And Return Home)

The day after Easter is actually a bank holiday here in Ireland, so it’s actually quite sleepy on both Easter Sunday and the Monday after. Cork, being Ireland’s second biggest cities, has gone through a dramatic change in the last decade or so due to the country’s prosperity.

The city is home to the country’s first and second tallest buildings, and new construction and shopping centers can be seen all over. At its height, it was common for most people to own at least two houses and to average at least two foreign holidays a year. Now, like in the U.S. and much of the rest of the world, things are a little tough, but given what I’ve seen while here, it’s unlikely the hard times will last long.

Ireland Trip: Day 6 7 (Final Travels And Return Home)

My final day in Cork was spent cramming in a little time walking around the city before hopping back on the bus for the 4 1/2 trip to Dublin where I’d be catching my flight home the next morning. The entire downtown is very walkable and looks like it’s been completely redone in the last few years. Despite this, you can still find some great old alleyways containing some classic bars and unique mom-and-pop shops (presumably which are open during the day, unlike today).

Ireland Trip: Day 6 7 (Final Travels And Return Home)

For some reason I really liked the look of the sign. The grittiness almost makes the sign look better. Sorry Limerick, another time. It’s such a tease being here and not getting the chance to see the rest of the country. I can’t wait to come back and explore all of the sights along  the western coast as well as the storied villages in county Cork, Clare, Limerick and Galway; oh yeah, there’s also Northern Ireland too; and I didn’t even have a chance to catch any video of herds of sheep crossing the road . . .

Ireland Trip: Day 6 7 (Final Travels And Return Home)

And goodbye to the Emerald Isle. Not my best out-the-window shot, but the colors say it all. Good think I threw a coin over my shoulder in the waterfall at the Guinness Storehouse. That means I’m destined to return, right? Or am I getting that confused with somewhere else?


Published on April 14, 2009

  • TheWatchmaker

    Such melancholy.