When my flight to Philadelphia was cancelled, I figured the benefit was that my schedule change allowed me to explore Philadelphia for a day. But now, every time I sit down to try to write this post I realize I have almost nothing to say: hence why the post that should have come before all the Belgium and Prague ones is actually last. I felt very neutral about Philadelphia, which could have been due to the dreary weather, or being sick, or having to lug my backpack around, or….maybe the city just didn’t speak to me. I love big cities, and I’ve fallen in love with Chicago and New York City, and Philadelphia just couldn’t compare with its more impressive and more vibrant counterparts. Perhaps if I had more of an interest in American history I would have explored the sites with more excitement, but in my eyes US history just pales in comparison to the much richer past in Europe, Asia and Africa. Despite my lack of enthusiasm, I tried to explore the downtown core, admiring the gorgeous architecture on buildings like City Hall and moving on to more specific attractions.
I grabbed brunch at a cafe in the Reading Market after wandering past the vast selection of ethnic foods. I could see this being an awesome spot for locals to wander on the weekends: I’m obsessed with markets and this was a pretty good one!
I walked rather quickly through the Independence National Historical Park; by this point I was kind of over Philadelphia and ready to head back to the airport. I could see the Liberty Bell through a glass window, which is good enough for me, and the architecture on this historic mile was stunning! I’m beginning to realize that I’m obsessed with architecture by how many times I use that word in every post I write.