Tramping the Streets

Some random photos from the day - our hotel,
the Benjamin Franklin Bridge almost next door,
a street continuously occupied since 1713 which is considered pretty old here,
the first US flag (replica!) , the home of the original seamstress who made it is a museum here, which we didn’t visit. There have been 26 subsequent versions as the number of stars keep having to be increased to match the number of states.
G requested a visit to the Mutter Museum being an attraction dedicated to rare, odd and disturbing medical conditions, ie any number of skulls, skeletons, foetuses, joints, huge gallstones etc. Luckily photos weren’t allowed or this footprint would have taken a very nasty turn. We could have gone to the city’s premier cultural institution, the Philadelphia Museum of Art for only a few dollars more and I wouldn’t have the memory of a 40 lb uterine growth, or a syphillic penis to keep me from sleeping.
We did still reach the Art Museum, too late to enter but just got G to pose with a local hero. Apparently the man appears in Rocky I and II climbing the stairs outside the museum. We duly queued to have our turn at a never-to-be-repeated photo opportunity.
G had been beginning to fret about the absence of drink since landfall so when we chanced upon an Irish pub it wasn’t to be passed by. Softened up by a Guinness ‘we’ decided to go for dinner to a nearby pub/restaurant. Ordered 2 battered sausage and some loaded fries with a pint of lager for the lady. I know how to give a girl a good time.Leer más