I left off my last Philly-oriented entry at Marra's restaurant where my little one enjoyed not only the delicious tartufo for dessert, but wolfed down what we told her was "chicken" but was actually expertly prepared fried calamari. She asked repeatedly through the evening, "Can I have more calamari chicken, please?"
Back streetside on Passyunk, that delightful diagonal that offers relief from the bustle of the city grid, we took some funny photos - and yet have none of the landmark "King of Jeans" sign. I now feel challenged to get one. Naturally somewhere in my photo archive I have a pic outside garish tourist trap Geno's Steaks, but until I dig that up, I offer the following:
We snapped a background of "A Man's Image" but for some reason, middle sister is pointing at yet another landmark...
...none other than a bridal shop with a Mummer groom in the window display; NOWHERE else but Philly would you see something like this! Unfortunately, middle sister is hiding behind me but we had fun dramatising our amazement of this display.
(For more photos/film clips/explanation of the Mummery tradition in Philly, check out the site for Strut! the movie.)
