City of Brotherly Love

Our three-generation household means I am not often alone, but last week was different. We spent almost a week in Philadelphia. It was my first visit, and I explored the city while John attended conference meetings.

Chinatown, and me trying unsuccessfully to capture a pic of the woman selling vegetables on the street
I loved the dragons, two Korean and two Chinese
City Hall

We stayed first in the Rittenhouse Square neighborhood and later in the historic district. Every day was sunny, but the tall buildings meant that I had to search out places to bask.

Rittenhouse Square

History, of course, was everywhere I went, including the history of public health, which fit with John’s purpose for being there.

An eternal truth, I guess…
Christ Church Burial Ground, where Benjamin Franklin is buried

I visited some wonderful restaurants and a new-favorite museum (more on those later). I listened to some incredible jazz in a unique venue. I browsed a few stores. I slept late every day. My first visit to Philadelphia made me want to return, and I’m am grateful that I had the chance to go.

I am happy to be home.

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