Wexford Town

Tuesday morning we woke up in Wexford Town. The campsite was across the river which gave a great view of the town stretching along the quayside. Toward the sea end of the quay is a fine statue to commemorate John Barry, credited as the "Father of the American Navy" and round about are the working buildings from the 19th century being repurposed and in most cases refurbished.

Commodore John Barry

Popping up one of the side streets off the quay into the commercial centre of the town and you are in the middle of the bustling, lively shopping streets just about keeping the international look & feel at bay. We accidentally stumbled upon the town's Opera House recently renovated and looking like a fine, modern house of culture. At the very top is a small cafe with panoramic views over the town, across the river and out to sea. Its not difficult to imagine the town when it was a busy seaport; not much has changed for the worse.

Wexford County Hall

As we approached the main entrance to the town circling back to cross the river again, the shops, gaily painted, the train station and the river bridge all reminded me of when we were last here, tripping down from Gorey almost 20 years ago. Wexford really has not changed much at all and the image of castellated entrance to the council offices echoed throughout the county works pretty well as a symbol of the towns relative permanence.