I have been absolutely loving urban life.
After living in the countryside for a year, I’m back and ready for action. My little orange Schwinn bike was my last step: although not as good as “Anna Karenina” (my baguette-sticking-out-of-basket antique blue French bike), she does the trick for rides along the Schuykill.
I have been seeing Philly from all sides: beer running club by the river, French get-togethers at the Sofitel in Rittenhouse, weekends in No Libs and empty Memorial Day Weekends at Headhouse Market eating all the cheese.
I’d have that day again.