The last time I took the train to go to Philly was a year ago on graduation day. I haven't missed it very much. Ron had an event for work on last Friday afternoon, and spouses were invited to attend. Very, very luckily, it was a beautiful day (ie, good hair day).
After Ron's presentation was over, we went up to the 25th floor of his building to see the view. He had been talking about it all week, and I can't say I blamed him: The one good thing about my grad classes was the view. Depending on which room/building we were in, I could see the river, all the bridges, the planes taking off and landing at the airport ... or, more dismally, circling in a holding pattern above the river. My school was pretty far north, so center city was in the distance rather than right below me. I'll take you all around in a circle:
|West--Ron says the tree line on the horizon is Valley Forge ... he's an Eagle Scout so I guess that means he would know? or not.|
When in doubt, walk to Rittenhouse. (Unless it's dark ... in which case you're better off not being anywhere outside. If you must be outside, bring your mace and carry your keys to use as daggers in your attacker's eyes. See? I learned something in grad school. Oh, and when you hear "pop pop popopopop," that's not firecrackers. Those are gun shots. I learned that one the hard way.)
The park was pretty crowded--not surprising on such a nice day. All kinds of people hang around, and some of the nicer restaurants are placed around the perimeter (ie, Rouge and Parc ... although someone who lives there may be thinking, "ugh! Those places are SO seven years ago!")
Whenever I think of Rittenhouse Square, I think of one day in particular. It was the exact same time of year--the spring semester had just ended, and Ron was officially back for the summer. We went downtown on the same kind of afternoon, and I made him wait for me while I walked through the Anthropologie on the corner. (If you have a chance to visit the Anthro at 18th and Walnut, make sure you go all the way through. It's four floors in a former private residence. The details of the building itself are absolutely beautiful: stone balconies, intricate ceilings--one of which has hundreds of painted portraits set into it--and massive fireplaces and moldings, etc. Really amazing.)
Before I went into Anthro, I was really frustrated because I wanted to get a particular shot of Rittenhouse Square--with that little glassed-in gazebo thing, above, and the fountain that's off to the right of it--but I couldn't get it. When you stand in this particular spot, there are several "levels" to the view: the ground view with the gazebo, the fountain, benches, and people; the trees; the skyscrapers rising out the trees; and the sky on top. I simply couldn't fit it all in one frame and I finally gave up.
When I came out on Anthro on 18th Street, Ron was pointing at his watch, "We're gonna miss that express train you want to catch--you better move it cause I don't wanna hear it." (I whine a lot, so he was just catching me up on reality.) We began walk-sprinting down the street, and I almost tripped on my face when I saw this not even half a block later:
I was so thrilled with this--there was no way I was going home on the train without this. I think we sprinted all the way back to Suburban Station and still caught the train. It really didn't take me long to make up my mind about it. Later, I had it framed and it hung over my bed until I moved out. Today, it's hung over the same bed in my second bedroom but it looks really, really out of place. I was just saying to my mom the other week that I may sell it--the girl who bought it back in 2004 doesn't exist anymore, so why would I keep her stuff around? Until recently, I always believed I would hang it in my first office, but those odds are looking bad.
Now that I've really reflected on this story for the first time in years, I want to keep it again. Eh, we'll see.
This guy's work pops up a lot in this area. Back in 2006, Ron had been in our current house for a few months. My mom and I went into West Chester for the Christmas parade, and one of the art galleries had a whole display of the same guy's work. The next day, Ron came home with the painting you see behind my chandelier in all of my kitchen table shots.
This one has Love Park in the foreground, a busy Ben Franklin Parkway in the middle ground, and the crown jewel--the Philadelphia Museum of Art--in the background.
Anyway. I digress.
I did not buy any art last Friday. But we did walk down Walnut Street, and we bought candy because that's really my favorite thing to buy. This is Philly Chocolate.
Not only is the place jammed with candy, but everything is painted Martha Blue.
We picked out a bunch of stuff:
A chocolate covered Oreo with a face on it
A chocolate covered pretzel stick (which Ron bit before I could stop him) and a marshmallow skewer with more Oreos on it, plus four chocolate covered Swedish fish (which are shockingly good). My favorite was the marshmallows.
The sugar was definitely needed and appreciated. I sort of thought about walking all the way to Society Hill, but my feet were killing me so we walked to the train instead.
We arrived in time for an express train, and we even lucked out and caught one of the brand new trains (that are two years past due) which is really nice because nothing's crappier than sitting on a 40 year old Septa train at rush hour.
We came home, ordered a pizza, and sat out back with the Fluffs.
No plans to go back to Philly any time soon, but I may find a reason to go back to Philly Chocolate ...