Cork City Gaol

The Cork City Gaol told an interesting story of what happens to people when you have them sit there and rot. We explored the jail and learned its history, of how it came to be and how awful it was. Learning how we confine and punish people was interesting as many times the punishments were not equal to the crime. We also walked around Cork and it felt very industrial in comparison to Dublin, or in the same instance less touristy. I went to the English market as well as the Marina market, both were very different yet cool to visit and see how local venders of food and products are still held in high regard. I also learned that the big green busses can run early, and will often times wait at a stop until they are supposed to leave because of how efficiently they run in comparison to some city busses. The jail itself was up a giant hill, which took the wind out of me and had me wondering how they transported prisoners to the jail itself. It was also a ways out of city center due to it being away from the city in the time of its operation even as Cork grew. One poem that suits this topic is "Punishment" by Seamus Heaney, in which it describes a woman found in the bog and what might have been her punishment. Showing that the Irish justice system has been adapted and changed severely over the years for the better.