Heading To The Big City---Cork City

Well, we were able to load six of the ten photos we wanted to show you of Cork City---then the "uploader" stopped uploading to the blog spot.

We think we have the problem identified. It appears to be "The Sidhe" (the shee), otherwise known as "The Fairies."

Leprechaun's aren't much over here, but the fairies are everywhere and usually up to no good.

Hopefully, we can get Sue's laptop to a computer store and get it "de-fairied.";-)

Below is an inside view of "The English Market" where food vendors sell a wide variety of products. We always like to stop here to see all the food choices.

There are a good number of green grocers, including more exotic produce.

Lots of specialized vendors as well. Often they sell just one food product. There is a whole vendor space of chickens and eggs only, a space with assorted bowls of different seasoned olives, and others with only pork or only fish (real live fishmongers).

And they appear to sell everything---even a hog's head for making your own home-made "head cheese," called "brawn" over here.  Mmmmmmmmm.

We worked up an appetite looking at all the beef, pork, poultry, fish, cheese, spices, bakery, and produce---except for the hog's head---and headed upstairs to the "Farm Gate Restaurant." Sue had a chicken breast with "veg" and potatoes and I had a Shepherd's Pie with "veg" and potatoes. 

While you dine, you get to enjoy the music from the piano player hidden behind the waiter in the red shirt and you get to watch the people shopping below.

There was one lady we watched who had her hands full with a double stroller holding a pair of twins while she went from vendor to vendor---that reminded us of a pregnant lady we heard about who was scheduled to give birth to twins.

She was kept on bed rest due to various health conditions and was very worried about giving birth. Her husband was in the military overseas and all her family and friends were back in her hometown while she stayed on the stateside military base. 

Only her brother was able to get free from work to come visit her and keep her company. It wasn't much of a help though, since her brother was a bit of an old, hippie "flake."

But she made her brother promise that if anything happened to her in childbirth that he would take care of the babies, name them, and watch over them until her husband returned from overseas.

Well, the births went well for the two babies, but their mother went into a coma and spent several weeks in bed. When she miraculously came out of her coma she was still in her hospital bed and her brother was standing by her bedside, holding the twins, a boy and a girl.

She was so relieved and thanked her brother to no end. When he left for the evening she asked the nurse if the babies had been named and the nurse said, "of course."

"Oh, that's such a relief," said the mother, "I was worried my wacky brother couldn't handle any of the details."

When she pressed the nurse for more information on the babies names the nurse hesitantly said, "Well, the girl was named, 'Denise'."

"Oh, that's lovely," said the mother, "and what about my boy?"

"Well," the nurse said, "he was named 'Denephew'."

[It's okay to groan]