Garrett was at work and it was my third day in Cork. As I'd already explored much of the city, I decided to catch a bus south. It was a 45 minute trip, and I think I was the only one not part of an group tour for old people on it. When we disembarked, I was glad I'd brought my comfy new sweater I'd picked up in Dublin - it was perfect sweater weather, ei. My FAVORITE kind of weather.
I roamed the winding streets with sweet in hand, stopping into quaint little stores selling knick-knacks, passing countless pubs, and browsing the farmers market. I loved how bright and colorful the houses were. I even sat on the wall overlooking the bay and penned a letter to a friend back home.