I spent two years in West Philly, back in the Dark Ages, also known as the Late '70s. It was a very different place (everything in the Northeast was different in the '70s, as I keep noting in these posts - sorry about that) than the delightful, clean-yet-slightly-edgy-just-enough-to-be-real city I visited during the weekend. Here are some signs of that change:
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| Adorable bike racks |
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| Ironic nod to gentrification - note the awning |
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| Huge store-front wine school |
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| Awfully polite rental sign (in NY that sign would say "tenant died, get here fast") |
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| I'm taking that imposing over-the-entry address marker home! |
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| OK, point taken |
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| Sign seems to have worked |
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| Yes, indeed |
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| Café Lutecia's Croissant Bread Pudding - for me, in the end, it's always about dessert. |
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