On this blog, I regularly pledge my undying love for Boston.  I call it my adopted hometown.  Second home of the weird.  The city that doesn’t care if you love it.

But sometimes I stray.  Sometimes I go other places.

Over the weekend Philadelphia and I had a fling.  Nothing serious.  I’ll never give up Boston.  It is my “home” after all, but I had to give Philadelphia a shot.  See something a bit different.

Now to be serious about things, the cities are quite similar.  Both played a huge role in the founding of this country.  Both are centers of education and the arts.  But it is so funny now when I go to other places.  I turn a corner and I think “oh, yeah, they don’t do it like that in Boston” and at that moment, the spell is broken.  I need to go to back to Boston.

Philly, it was fun, but you always go back to your first love.

A few photos commemorating my weekend fling with Philly: