We woke up Friday morning with a beautiful sun shining bright. How lovely. It was also a brisk 40 degrees, the first time we’ve seen these temperatures in six months. Yikes!
We set out to see the town, but truly had no idea which direction to go. Our concierge saved the day. “Check out the Reading Market Terminal” she said. It was on the same block, indoors, and had all sorts of awesomeness to explore. It was perfect for a little one, with dad checking the sights out too. We went in, and the very first vendor was “Old Town Coffee”. I got myself a beautiful, strong and hot cup of joe. Yum. I then chased Michelle around for the next 20 minutes. We stopped at a Creperie, where I ate delicious French cuisine. They gave Michelle a plastic knife which she used to repeatedly stab my breakfast. It kept her busy while we ate, so I encouraged it.
After breakfast, coffee, and flirting with every single person at the market, my daughter and I decided to try and find the Liberty Bell. As it turns out, I don’t know anything about American History. The Liberty Bell obviously has some significance to America, but it took a little Wikipedia search to get a better idea of what it’s all about. If you’re ashamed of this confession, maybe do a little research yourself. I highly doubt most people have any idea the actual history of the stinking bell. Don’t judge me.
We walked the streets of Philly, slowly making out way to history. I say slowly because the child was insistent on walking as well as making friends with everyone along the way. This includes the businessmen, the tourists, the homeless people talking to themselves, and the policemen.
Socializing comes at a cost. With a block to go, Michelle lost it. It was officially nap time, she was tired and cold, and truly did not care about the historic area of Philadelphia. Oh dear.
The bad news was the hotel was the same walk we had just done, only now the baby was screaming and refusing to walk. She was also refusing to be carried. Quite a predicament. When we finally got back to the room, she got some milk, and fell asleep in about seven minutes, and stayed asleep for over three hours! Awesome.
The rest of the day was fairly uneventful. We met up with mom to have dinner at the Hard Rock Café, which turned out to be the best place to take a loud and bouncy toddler.
I’m hopeful that tomorrow will bless me with a lovely and delicious Philly cheese steak sandwich; the one of three things I was hoping to experience while in this town. The others: see the liberty bell and get a picture in front of the Trocadero theatre. The significance being that the Trocadero is mentioned in a song by Nerfherder. “Well I met her at the Trocadero, in Philly…”
Yes, I’m super nerdy like that.
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