Cork—Sunday

 April 14th

We slept in until 8:30AM today because we didn't have anything planned other than wandering the city and finding where we might watch the finals of The Masters. We checked into four pubs asking about the tournament but couldn't get a commitment. Guess we'll just have to read about the results in the paper.

The Gabriel House, our hotel, sits on the hill
overlooking the train station.

In the lobby of our hotel, JFK is seen
driving up Summer Hill Rd. when
this was a private home.

Wandering the lanes on Merchant's
Quay, the downtown island of Cork.

The beauty of getting lost down one of the lanes
is discovering treats like these.

Marie had a crispy caramel and I had
a caramel crunch, both to die for.

Just a cool looking building in town.

This balcony down a lane was a nice surprise.

St. Patrick's Street and square. This
shot can't capture the vitality of this
area of Cork City. The English Market
and all the traditional pubs branch out
from here.

Murals decorate the city, part of the
EU's designation of Cork City as a
Capital of Culture in 2005.

This heron along the River Lee 
wasn't perturbed by my approach.

A pub that might have The Masters
on TV at the same time a blues band
is scheduled to play. 

We were told the Welcome Inn might
also have The Masters, but if not, is
a traditional pub and pours a proper
Beamish. And it does.

We watched this ship pull in last night. It's moored
on the south channel of the River Lee behind the
train station in line of sight from our room.

At 6:30PM we headed out for a bite.

We walked up the road to the The
Wine Bar, a neighborhood tapas
restaurant.

We shared the special—a yummy
chicken and pasta dish.

We also ordered a mushroom and
arugula bruschetta with balsamic
vinegar. It's not easy being us.

*Pretty easy day of 5.3 miles today.