I’m visiting the freaking fantastic city of Philadelphia for 2 days. Seriously, I love it here. Downtown anyway. We are a couple of blocks from Love Park so the streets are filled with historic landmarks, funky bistros, diverse restaurants, eye-catching statues, architecturally striking buildings, street vendors and musicians, tourists, natives… more. Keep in mind I’m a suburban child. From the moment I set foot off the Metro, I was charmed. I could stay here forever. And I’d lose weight I know. I’ve walked more in the last day than I have for the past year. Despite aching legs and feet, I feel great!
Yesterday we visited, among other things, a lesser known museum memorializing Wells Fargo’s history. We were among a handful of people browsing some cool displays. One of the souvenirs was getting your picture put on a replica of Civil War money.
I loved the stagecoach too. This opened up the American West in a big way. Check out a passenger’s description:
“A through-ticket and 15 inches of seat, with a fat man on one side, a poor widow on the other, a baby in your lap, a bandbox over your head, and three or more persons immediately in front, leaning against your knees, making the picture, as well as your sleeping place, for the trip.”