
Time can fly so quickly. My journey to Cork was great, as alsways, but it seems a million miles away now. I had a nice stay at a wonderful B&B, the "Auburn House". It was really close to the city center, even if you had to climb quite a steep street to reach it. There you go for the pictures...

Let's begin with St Patrick Street at night. The picture is kind of blurry but it was so windy that evening! At least it only rained once during our stay. It allowed us (me and my mom) to do a lot of walking and shopping.

And here is my mom next to the "Onion seller" statue in a small park at the core of Cork city center.
The park was tiny but we stayed there a long time feeding the crows and just chatting.

I like everything about Ireland, even the breakfast, but after few days of take away food I must admit it was a relief to find a Thai restaurant where to eat vegetable curry. You guessed, my mom once more serves as my model while having a cup of tea.

Street scene, same point than the night one, but from further up. I like the space and colour. It somehow seems greyer on screen than in real life though. Notice the typical fence you couldn't find in France. Looking back now I miss it all already. I really must go back next year, perhaps with one of my brothers this time.

I annoyed my mother with my camera so many times it's only fair that she had to catch me as well. Here I am, in our hostel's room. People say here that if you want to return to a place you liked, it's good to have a picture of you in it to project yourself.

The next place I have to talk about is a must-see : the Blarney Castle. There are so many legends and superstitions around the place you cannot miss the fun. The weather was nice again, the garden was gorgeous and springy arleady.

The main attraction the Blarney stone you have to kiss upside down at the top of the castle to receive the gift of eloquence.
I was impressed by the freedom

you have once in the Castle - not a guide to lead you, you can go wherever you want at your own pace.The rooms were small and countless, the stairs more and more narrow as you go up, and the scene breathtaking once you are on top of things.

We visited the Cork Art Gallery as well, where I was to be surprised by an exposition on an artist I discovered and often think about since : Harry Clarke. He did some stained-glass windows and illustrated famous poems from Keats and Poe, as part of the Irish Renaissance movement.
I even attended mass on the St Patrick's Cathedral. Of course I waited until afterwards to take my camera and unfortunately they begun turning off the lights. It looked even more impressive when all is lighted up. And that would be the final picture...