Cork. My city by the Lee.
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When she was good,
She was very good indeed,
But when she was bad she was horrid.
Cork’s a bit like Longfellow's little girl. Quite a tease. Take her river, for example. We swim in it, work by it, play by it. And then it floods, tosses our lives about.
And her streets. Walking down Pana, stopping to listen to the band. All is calm. Another day, there’s the traffic, loud horns wail. All is cacophony.
And then there are the parks. Great places for a walk, maybe a snooze in the sun. But not enough of them.
Nothing’s perfect. Not us. Not the home we love.
It’s the only city we’ve got. Keep making it better, keep making the best of it.
The River
The Streets & The Music
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| Germany's Beat 'n Blow, October Jazz Festival |
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| New York Brass Band, October Jazz Festival |
The Buildings
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| Blackrock Castle |
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| Shandon |
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| County Hall |
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| The old, the new |
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| St Fin Barre's Cathedral |
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| Lapps Quay on a frosty morning |
The Parks
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| Fitzgeralds Park |
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| Glen River Park |
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| Glen River Park |
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| Fitzgeralds Park in Autumn |
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| Lee Fields |
Photos copyright Billy Lyons
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