The Lee splitting around the city centre, painted Georgian facades curving along the quayside, Shandon's pepper-pot tower above the rooftops on the hill. Cork is built around its rivers and proud of it. Past 50 here, you've usually had a long relationship with the city: the same butcher in the English Market, the same Sunday paper habit, the same loop of friends who've all paired off. The missing piece is rarely about romance in the abstract. It's about who'd come along on the drive to Kinsale.
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The English Market is the universal first meeting: coffee at the Farmgate balcony cafe, then a wander downstairs. Fitzgerald Park along the Lee for the longer walk. The UCC grounds on a quieter weekday afternoon. The Crawford Gallery cafe for the rainy day, and Cobh or Kinsale by the harbour for a Sunday that's worth the drive. Ballycotton cliff walk for a braver second meeting.