Day Forty-Five - 25/10/2012 - Cork

     There is a bridge crossing the River Lee just west of Fitzgerald Park's rose garden known locally as "The Shakey Bridge".  It's official name is Daly's Bridge, the only suspension bridge in Cork city, constructed in 1927.  It acquired the colloquial name from the noticeable shaking of the bridge in the wind.  If you walk to the center of it, and jump up and down, you can see the bridge bouncing in reaction to your movement, something far less frightening than it sounds.
     Tonight marked the opening of the Cork Jazz Festival, a weekend of music, street performances, and other shows.  Meng and I headed to The Woodford on Paul Street, which had apparently been the opening venue for the festival, as we walked in to see the Lord Mayor shaking hands with the musicians.  We stayed for a bit, but there was hardly standing room in the venue.
     After finally emerging from the crowd, we went down the street to The Roundy on Castle Street.  The place is known for not having a corner in the place, and living up to its name, all the walls are curved.  The bars, tables, stools, and even most windows are round as well.  They had a smaller room upstairs with music, featuring an acoustic guitar player.  He never introduced himself, but said that this was his going away party.  Looking around the room, it seemed that this was a semi-private event as the singer seemed to know everyone else in the room.  Feeling somewhat intrusive, we stayed for his little concert which lasted three songs.  He was quite a good singer.
     Later, we returned to the Woodford, finally finding a seat and spent the night enjoying the music of The Mo Tones.