July 19, 2017, Philadelphia-
In the past, we would drive along and bypass the large cities of the East Coast, Boston and Washington being exceptions. I have continued to do so, pretty much, since Penny’s passing. With Philadelphia being the venue for a major family event, next summer, and with my brother and sister-in-law being here for a visit, I made my way into town for two days. This was the second day. I was on my own until 4 PM, as the family had to tend to planning activities.
So, after saying farewell to my nephew, at Brandywine, some downtown Philly time was in order. My first stop, after parking the Hyundai, was Penn’s Landing. Here, William Penn did disembark his boat, after sailing up the Delaware River, in 1682. He’d be amazed at what is there now. I walked along the pedestrian bridge and along the overlook, watching people in the pop-up amusement park, below.
After purchasing a bottle of water, from one of the ubiquitous vendors, who line Penn’s Landing, in summer, I found I-95 park, perched above the freeway. It is a shady place of comfort for those living on the Near South Side, and has several remnants of what dominated the area, before the City of Brotherly Love.
It also has a couple of statues honouring the people of Celtic descent, who provided so much of the labour for building the cities of the megalopolis, from Boston to Norfolk. This statue pays homage to the Irish immigrants.
Next to it, another statue tips its collective hat to the Scots, who were so indispensable to shipbuilding, a Philadelphia mainstay.
This sculpture depicts a family walking past Tun Tavern, a key gathering place in early Philadelphia. This marker commemorates the site of the old public house, founded in 1686, and named for the Old English term for beer barrel.
Moving on, from I-95 Park, I spotted this early Twentieth Century office building, which may or may not have had a predecessor in this spot, which may or may not have been used by Benjamin Franklin, during one of his breaks from planning the Indian Wars, at Tun Tavern.
The Betsy Ross House had a private event this afternoon, so I gave a pass to going inside.
Like Boston and New York, Philadelphia is filled with little architectural gems, above doors, along windows and on walls. This wrought iron protects the window, in a most agreeable way.
I am most amenable to further exploration of this great city, especially next summer. My next post, though, will focus on one of Philly’s best kept secrets: The Center for Art in Wood.
What happened to Sixty-Six, for Sixty Six? Nothing, I have five posts left, in that series, and will insert them between now and November 28, when 66 ends.