I’m tired. This holiday business is exhausting. All the walking, cooking and blogging is catching up on me. Hopefully an early night ahead of a weekend in Galway will do the job and I’ll be full of joy and energy. Mom and Grace won’t know what hit them.
Today, after getting a sassy new haircut, I went all cultured in the Crawford Art Gallery, a Cork institution. I remember visiting it when I was much younger and not being especially impressed (the lack of Leonardo DiCaprio no doubt a factor). William Crawford seems to have been a good egg, but they may have gone OTT in the memorial to him.
As an older and wiser person, I was glad to find that the cafe is lovely and very reasonably priced.
As a thrifty person, I was even more glad to find that the gallery is free. Four beautiful letters: F-R-E-E.
Here are some of my favorite items, found in the exhibition area dedicated to the Yeats Brothers, with bonus 1916 material. I really like the mixture of art and poetry.
That last one of Terence MacSwiney’s funeral gives me chills.
So if you have a spare hour in Cork, pop in. Did I mention it was free?