Following cocktails on the 37th floor at R2L, a late night stroll through LOVE Park on the hunt for pumpkin ale, and a whole lot of Fresh Prince on TBS, Monique and I were ready to start our second day in Philadelphia.
The thing we loved most about our hotel—besides the aforementioned libations in yesterday’s post—was that it was in a different part of the city than where we spent the majority of our day on Saturday. We didn’t do this intentionally, but it allowed us to cover so much more ground than we would have otherwwise.
We stayed right off the Benjamin Franklin Parkway which is a four lane, flag-lined road that is reminiscent of the Champs-Elysees. Yet instead of running through the fashion heart of the city, it runs through the cultural heart, flanked by the Philadelphia Museum of Arts at one end (aka the Rocky steps) and Philadelphia City Hall at the other. We were in the smack dab middle of all that action, right near Logan Square.
And no, I did not Wikipedia in order to drop that knowledge—I read the guidebook in the hotel room like all the cool kids do. But seriously, it pays off y’all! Who else will you call when you need to know what year the Benjamin Franklin Bridge was built? (Hint: me, Answer: 1926.)
Even though we saw the LOVE Park sign at night on our quest for beer—PSA, they don’t sell the good stuff at convenience stores in Pennsylvania—we wanted to see it during the day. I am so glad we did, as I didn’t realize how pink that water was. I can confirm there are no fish living in that thing, but man, does it look awesome.
Unlike Saturday when we were experiencing an Indian Summer of sorts, it was definitely fall on Sunday. So after our jaunt to LOVE Park, we did what all people wanting to warm up do—we went to Starbucks. It was finally time to bid adieu to my beloved PTLs until next season, so I switched over to my cold-weather staple, the chai tea latte.
We headed to Logan Square, Starbucks cups in hand, and were greeted by a huge circular fountain flanked by beautiful trees and columned museums that immediately reminded us of the Place de la Concorde in Paris.
Now for those of you reading along at home, I know you can quickly see where this is going. Yes, Monique and I have made a pact to return to Paris. And yes, we are looking for sponsors to buy us airfare and/or Louis Vuitton bags upon arrival. We’re thinking the official hashtag might be #FromPhillytoParis but that’s still up for negotiation.
While we were indulging our inner-Francophile, we saw a sign for the Rodin Museum.
Good (Parisienne) things come in threes, my friends.
So off we went, and were greeted at the Museum by a life-size recreation of Rodin’s famous piece, The Gates of Hell. The Museum was small, and was set up like a house—it reminded me a lot of The Frick in New York City, which is my favorite museum.
Monique is very up on her Rodin, so it was a very educational experience for me. (Watch the Cliffnotes here.)
While I was reading the aforementioned Philadelphia guide book in the hotel, we realized we were right across the street from the Basilica of Saints Peter and Paul, and decided we would add it to our Sunday to-do list (#howappropriate).
Y’all. This is a wedding church.
It also reminded me of the church I fell in love with the summer I lived in New York—St. Francis Xavier—which makes sense as I later realized they were built around the same time—circa 1860s for those interested at home. (I promise I didn’t attend St. Francis just for a Katie Holmes sighting, though it was a good incentive.)
Religion aside, I think everyone can channel their inner 85 year-old-with me to say, they don’t make them like this anymore.
We lit some candles for our loved ones, and then hit the road back home. Philly, I know we’ll be seeing you soon.
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