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There's a barrel of holy water in case you need some when the
church s closed.


A quintessential Irish lass with her puppy and a raven.

In many ways Cork is like any other big city with most of its past
buried under modern buildings and cross-culture phenomena blurring
its own traditions.

But the names are familiar and there is a Heineken brewery in town
so people won't have to go thirsty.

We catch the bus back to Ringaskiddy and find that we just missed
the bus out to Cobh, so we walk into the small town of Ringaskiddy
itself to spend the hour.

Not much to see here. Somehow the church with the smiling and
waving plaster Jesus
holding a cross lacks the necessary charm to attract tourists.

There are a couple of old crumbling stone houses and a future Rory
McIlroy practicing soccer with his mom.
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