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: