Old Souls, New Pretzels, and a Whiff of History
Considering the proximity between our cities, I’m surprised the first time I’d actually visit Philadelphia wouldn’t be until this summer. I expected similarities given the endless comparisons between the two, but the history displayed throughout so many parts of the city felt distinct to New York’s. Unique to itself, the bustle between streets above and underground during rush hour felt familiar, but not as much as the smell of burnt pretzels wafting through the streets.
Some of my favorite moments: