Thursday, July 14, 2011
Thursday: Philadelphia
We drove to Philadelphia and parked just outside of town where Patty’s friend, Patty, picked us up. She gave us a driving tour of the city first. We stopped by the art museum where we ran up the steps just like Rocky did in the movie. We all had a blast doing that. We eventually parked and walked to the area of the Liberty center. We had lunch at Jones’ whose décor was all taken from the living room of the old Brady Brunch TV series (really). It took far too long for the food to arrive, but it was pretty good when it did. Then we did a walking tour of the Liberty area seeing Independence Hall, Constitution Hall, the Liberty Bell, Christ Church, the Carpenter’s hall, Ben Franklin’s house, Betsy Ross’ house, etc.
Next we met up with Patty and Welton and took a duck tour since we had enjoyed it in Boston. This was significantly less impressive – we were breathing diesel fumes the whole time and the water portion on the Delaware was a quick in and out that didn’t really show us anything.
We went to a 111 year old Italian restaurant for dinner and then went to a gelato place for desert. After that Patty drove us back to the motorhome and then we drove back to the campground (an hour and 15 minutes), finally arriving after midnight. Luckily the girls were easily able to go to sleep while we were driving – one of the beauties of a motorhome instead of our usual trailer (although if we’d had the trailer, we could have driven our Suburban into the Philly).
Next we met up with Patty and Welton and took a duck tour since we had enjoyed it in Boston. This was significantly less impressive – we were breathing diesel fumes the whole time and the water portion on the Delaware was a quick in and out that didn’t really show us anything.
We went to a 111 year old Italian restaurant for dinner and then went to a gelato place for desert. After that Patty drove us back to the motorhome and then we drove back to the campground (an hour and 15 minutes), finally arriving after midnight. Luckily the girls were easily able to go to sleep while we were driving – one of the beauties of a motorhome instead of our usual trailer (although if we’d had the trailer, we could have driven our Suburban into the Philly).
