I wish I could say I took a road trip with the windows rolled down and the wind rushing by. (Shout out to you Amos Lee.) But I did take a road trip with the windows rolled tightly up, the heat on, and a ceramic thermos of coffee with some good friends (and no kids). Thirty hours in Philadelphia. Never has one car zigzagged more through one city. Some by accident, some intentional. Violet men’s v-neck sweaters don’t blend in South Philly. Abandoned prisons can be beautiful. Parking costs more than houses. One must be aggressive to find a table at Reading Market during the Philidelphia Flower Show on a Saturday at lunchtime (or not be afraid to do a sliding belly smacker across a four top while yelling “I’ve Got This”.) You don’t HAVE to have a ticket to see Independence Hall…well you are suppose to. Bloody Mary’s and Mussels do not mix. France can be found in Philly (so can China, New England, Victorian mansions, the projects, murals and graffiti of every type). And great art.
In no particular order and in no way meant to capture a city here are a few things I found with my iPhone.