Outside the borders

Last Friday, Dec. 4th, I went to Philadelphia with my Point of View class, organized by our teacher James McBride. The whole semester McBride has been giving us writing exercises that defy the norm, some revolving around bowling alleys, chewing tobacco, and McSorley's Irish Pub on 7th Street. But taking a trip to Philly topped everything. A train ride, a walk around the city, and a lunch date at the wonderful Foodery (which boasts 800 kinds of beer) was organized for the sole purpose of a good essay. And I can't wait to write about it.

When I visited Philly a few years ago on college tours, I wasn't exactly impressed. And compared to New York, it might as well have been the Alaskan tundra. But coming here by myself, exploring alone, showed me a new, beautiful side of the city that I never knew existed.



Some of the more interesting and beautiful row houses I saw.



There is so much history here. Since I'm from Boston, it's kind of funny to see how both colonial cities fight it out for tourists. Revolutionary stuff is fascinating.



Former home of James Madison.

There was even something to remind me of my favorite beat.



That's right LES-ers. Another Delancey in cheesesteak city.

Being partial to NYC, I didn't think I would be all that interested in Philly. But every city has such quirks and beauties to offer. I was proven wrong here!