Where streets sing and tradition breathes
Fleadh Cheoil na hÉireann
filled Wexford with Ireland’s soul during an unforgettable week.
filled Wexford with Ireland’s soul during an unforgettable week.
Thank you for these days.
We came not just to take pictures, but to listen —
to laughter spilling from pub doors,
to fiddles that speak like old friends,
to footsteps dancing even when music paused.
Over this week, we witnessed more than a festival.
We came not just to take pictures, but to listen —
to laughter spilling from pub doors,
to fiddles that speak like old friends,
to footsteps dancing even when music paused.
Over this week, we witnessed more than a festival.
We saw a town become one big family.
Children leaning into melodies they’ll one day pass on,
elders tapping out beats that never left their hearts,
friends and strangers sharing one rhythm of joy.
This wasn’t just an event.
It was proof that tradition is alive,
woven into streets, smiles, and nights that don’t fade.
Capturing this was not work —
it was a privilege.
Thank you to everyone who played, sang,
and let us be part of this living memory.
We leave carrying it with us —
a thread of Irish soul that will stay alive.
We’re happy to see our photos and videos shared!
- 2days of storytelling
- 3000Photographs taken
- 1journey captured frame by frame
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Fleadh Cheoil na hÉireann 2025
Fleadh Cheoil na hÉireann — where Ireland sings its soul
The heartbeat of Irish culture comes alive in music, dance, and streets overflowing with tradition.
From the sound of fiddles echoing through narrow lanes to the rhythm of dancers’ steps on ancient cobblestones — Fleadh Cheoil na hÉireann is not just a festival, it’s Ireland itself breathing in melody and joy.
With love,
GCPro — Gleb Chervynskyi and Yuliia
The heartbeat of Irish culture comes alive in music, dance, and streets overflowing with tradition.
From the sound of fiddles echoing through narrow lanes to the rhythm of dancers’ steps on ancient cobblestones — Fleadh Cheoil na hÉireann is not just a festival, it’s Ireland itself breathing in melody and joy.
With love,
GCPro — Gleb Chervynskyi and Yuliia
Fleadh Cheoil na hÉireann — Echoes of Centuries
Where Music Becomes Home
In the hearts of the Irish, music lives longer than the stone walls of castles.
Centuries ago, musicians gathered at village crossroads, passing down the beat of the bodhrán and the tenderness of the fiddle to their children. Those sounds, born by firesides and in warm pubs, never faded — they became the very breath of a nation.
Fleadh Cheoil na hÉireann is not just a festival. It is a homecoming.
Here in Wexford, on streets where footsteps merge with ancient rhythms, tradition awakens — celebrating the soul of Ireland through music, dance, and togetherness.
Every tune is a story of how Ireland endured wars, hunger, joy, and hope.
And every note is an invitation to hear the heartbeat of this land.
Centuries ago, musicians gathered at village crossroads, passing down the beat of the bodhrán and the tenderness of the fiddle to their children. Those sounds, born by firesides and in warm pubs, never faded — they became the very breath of a nation.
Fleadh Cheoil na hÉireann is not just a festival. It is a homecoming.
Here in Wexford, on streets where footsteps merge with ancient rhythms, tradition awakens — celebrating the soul of Ireland through music, dance, and togetherness.
Every tune is a story of how Ireland endured wars, hunger, joy, and hope.
And every note is an invitation to hear the heartbeat of this land.