Saturday, March 13, 2010
Having spent many a miserable hour studying American History in grade school, I was in no big hurry to visit Philadelphia. To be honest, Pete Townshend's guitar is more sacred to me than the liberty bell. All I really knew about Philadelphia were cheesesteaks.
My friend made fun of me as I made my shoe selections. She said, "It's not like the streets are still cobblestone". Well...
There is an awful lot of brick everywhere, which explains why all of the founding fathers were freemasons. It's not a conspiracy. They were mason masons.
The architecture is stunning
The city is into Ben Franklin in a big way
They also have a serious thing about dead policemen
True, there were lots of cheesesteaks. Or as the locals call them, just "steaks" Like this chocolate cheesesteak that I admit made me do a double-take
Now, this, I have no explanation for
I have a few tests for gauging a new city that I applied to Philly right away.
1. Do people look at you or smile as you pass?
2. Do pedestrians cross on red?
Just don't block the box
And then there are those weird, random things you come across in a big city