A Love Letter to Cork
When I visited Montréal six years ago, I was immediately struck by a feeling of belonging. I set foot in that city and felt like it embraced me. It was the first city I ever fell in love with.
Cork is the second.
Cork is beautiful, bursting with colorful buildings and friendly people, my two favorite things about Ireland. The city center is effectively an island between the two forks of the River Lee, and I never get tired of the gorgeous sweep of Patrick Street or the endless warren of side streets that is so easy to get lost in (I did, multiple times, on my first few nights here). The city sweeps away up hill, where painted houses and many churches keep watch from the slopes. The whole place is immensely walkable, though about 200 000 people live here. There is a thriving art and music scene, and the vigor and vivacity that are peculiar to university towns.
I can’t get enough of it.
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