Here are a few more pictures of the City of Brotherly Love . . .
My sister, Ilona, might open up a shop like this someday, only it will be called “Madame Verona’s,” and it will specialize in prophetic dreaming.
Apparently, skyways are not exclusive to my native Minneapolis. Check out this septuple-decker!
Lions are at their prettiest when I’m not at risk of being clawed.
I always find decrepit bathhouses to be a bit spooky (and believe me, I’ve seen a lot of them in my day) . . .
. . . nevertheless, they make for interesting photographs.
It’s always sunny here.
In the bottom center of this image, an eternal flame burns at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier (bringing a certain Bangles song immediately to mind: “Close your eyes / give me your hand, darling”).
Even the ambulances in this city espouse “Brotherly Love.”
J-U-S-T-I-C-E; tell me what it means to me.
Here, happy little trees grow amidst tall skyscrapers. Grow trees, grow! We’re rooting for you (no pun intended).
Ughhhhh, I’m getting dizzy.
Snapshot on the run, just for poops-n-giggles.
This is part of a mural inside the fitting room of Urban Outfitters, a company whose flagship store (then called “The Free People’s Store”) opened in Philadelphia in 1970. Major brownie points; this author has admired UO’s fashions since she was but a wee lassie. (And she apparently writes in the third person with a feigned Irish dialect. Ah, well . . .)
Ta-ta for now!