Muine Bheag · Co. Carlow
A small Versailles that never was, on a slow bend of the Barrow.
Bagenalstown was meant to be Versailles. In the 1730s Walter Bagenal - landlord, ambition surplus to requirements - decided the small Barrow-side hamlet of Muine Bheag would do as the site of a planned town to mirror the French original. He laid out wide streets, commissioned a Greek-temple courthouse, and waited for the Dublin-to-Waterford coach road to swing through. The coach went by way of Leighlinbridge instead. Bagenal lost interest. The courthouse got built. The rest of Versailles did not.
What survived is a town with the bones of a much grander idea. The streets are wider than the houses on them. The courthouse rises above everything like it's still expecting visitors. The Barrow Navigation came in 1792 and gave the place a real reason to exist; the railway came in 1846 and confirmed it. The mills along the river - Rudkin's, the Lodge - turned grain for Dublin until the railway took the trade and then the trade went elsewhere altogether.
After independence the town tried on its Irish name properly: Muine Bheag, the small thicket. It stuck on the postmark and the station sign and not much else. A 1975 plebiscite said 77% wanted Bagenalstown back. The turnout was too low to count, so the official name stayed Muine Bheag and everyone kept saying Bagenalstown anyway. Both names are correct. The locals will use whichever one suits the sentence.
It's not a tourist town. It's a working market town with a river through it, a half-finished 18th-century dream of grandeur, and the Barrow Way passing through on its way to better-known places. Stop for an hour. Walk the towpath to the lock. Look up at the courthouse. Have a pint. Get the train.