Unsent letters, #481
Dear tourists,
I’m glad you’ve decided to come to Philadelphia. Really. I think it’s cool that you’re here instead of some of the more obviously touristy cities. And kudos to you for leaving the precincts of Independence Mall and the Liberty Bell to explore Reading Terminal Market; I’m quite fond of it, so I’m glad you decided to visit. And if I were you, I’d no doubt have a camera too.
However. You might want to bear in mind two things: one, that Reading Terminal Market, especially on a Saturday afternoon, is usually jammed with locals looking for dinner ingredients or a bite to eat; and, two, that smack in the middle of a crowded aisle is really not the best place for a photo op. Nor is it the best place to come to a dead stop and just stand there gazing about, oblivious to the less-enthralled people trying to squeeze past you. (Oh, and the same applies, with only slightly less urgency, to busy sidewalks.)
Thank you, enjoy your visit, and have a nice day.
[All right, I feel better now. In other news, I plan on ringing in the new year by making a favorite recipe (chicken braised in a pot with root vegetables and lots and lots of garlic), assuming I can fight my way through the crowds at the market — and by watching the Mummers’ Parade, assuming I can drag my lazy self down to Center City before 9 in the morning. If not, I might be watching it on TV while cleaning the apartment instead.
Happy New Year, everyone!]
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