Hoo-hoo, I am back in urbanville and I must say my heart soared at the sound of buses, motorcycles, honking horns, and people yelling at each other from their cars; the sight of sullen, pouting hipsters slouching dejectedly down the sidewalk nursing their fresh tattoo wounds; and the prospect of artisinal bread, strong coffee, and, since this IS Philadelphia, a visit to the Barnes this afternoon.
Call me shallow but just as I love the silence and solitude of “the country,” I also love the crazy energy of cities. And good coffee and little shops in which to browse and a world-class museum or two or three. Somehow sight unseen I managed to book a hotel in exactly the part of town I would have chosen, The Alexander Inn, on S. 12th and Spruce.
The minute I checked in yesterday, I started out on foot for the Mutter Museum, which features medical anomalies, deformities,and pathologies of the human body including, nicely laid out in a glass case, the world’s largest distended bowel.
I sat in the window of my fifth floor room last night and reveled in the city lights.
It has been a long, LONG two and a half weeks. I’m glad of a two-day respite that’s not going to be a respite because I’m so excited I will spend the whole time walking around town and exploring. I can’t remember the last time I so instantly responded to a city: the old buildings, the doorways, the lintels, the flowering trees, the shaded alleys, the shops, the feel…