Cork is known for many things—Murphy’s Irish stout and the rivalry with Dublin among others—the former probably contributing to the latter. It’s Irish city fool of character, with a beautiful island in the center which is surrounded by the channels of River Lee.
As a teen I knew Cork because of one of its most prominent sons—Rory Gallagher. Indeed “Calling Card” was the first CD I ever bought and I still have it. Rory was not born in Cork but he was raised there with the city being a vital influence to his amazing blues and out of this world guitar playing.
Corkonians take great pride in their city and it didn’t take me long to see why. I was lucky to be there even for a day, and spend my sleepless night capturing Cork’s atmospheric streets, the tranquil bridges and the dark banks of River Lee. This is a photo-essay of that night.
MacCurtain street in the Victorian Quarter of central Cork
The Merchant’s Quay
A lone traveler heading to the bus station
On St. Patrick’s Bridge
Last click on St. Patrick’s Bridge
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