My Irish Adventures: Kinsale

The weather in New York today is brisk and bright, rather reminiscent of the afternoon I spent in the lovely little sea-side town of Kinsale.  

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 had all afternoon and no agenda, so I wandered.  I stumbled across a cute little cafe and bookshop, and walked out with a tart and a Hans Christian Anderson Fairytales book.  

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. 

I took a stroll up the hill to check out a castle.  It was very basic compared to many of the castles I've seen, and highly renovated, which was disappointing, but still - to think of the history that happened within those walls is staggering. It is also one of the few places in Ireland that made their own wine, and was the main import spot.

Even though I'd only been there a few hours, I was ready to head back to Cork.  Here are a few more pictures of beautiful Kinsale.