Last of the pictures from my Philadelphia trip. I promise

I was going through my Philly trip photographs culling out what I thought might be paintable, what could be printed then glued to canvas, and what was crap. I was performing the basic librarian function called weeding. Some libraries weed through their collections pulling out duplicates, older additions of currently held materials, and books that are falling apart that will need to either be re-purchased or tossed depending on circulation statistics.
I KNOW!
Fascinating 
And, all fantastic information for you on a Friday morning.
My day is complete;
I have imparted information.
The End.

No, wait, the last of the photos.

Have you been to Philadelphia? I hadn't until now so was like a kid in a candy store. Hello.....historian/librarian + historic Philadelphia = Michele's got to see and take pictures of EVERYTHING!

Off we go into the wild blue yonder:

Went to the famous local market to get food. Was distracted by this:

And this:

But, finally got some of this. Loved my veggie Philly sandwich.

Went on a guided trolley tour of the sites. Saw the Rodin museum. I love me some Rodin.

Saw Dragonflies on a stick.
 

Saw the Philadelphia art museum. Choose not to embarrass myself and frighten other passengers by running up the stairs then bouncing around while fist punching the air.
 

Saw Camden, New Jersey. Did not have time to take the train over there. So sad. I hear they have a great aquarium.

Ate good food.

Stood on Benjamin Franklin's grave. Don't worry, I think he would have wanted me to.

Fell in love with Christ's Church. They buried people in the floor. Sat in George Washington's pew. Don't worry, I think he would have wanted me to.

After harrowing Mr. Toad's Wild Ride (thank you for that one Jan. It sums it up perfectly) I flew to Charleston, South Carolina. Gave a speech. Proving that I could put words together to form real sentences.

Saw funny art. Thought immediately of my blog friends amusement. Surreptitiously took photographs. I've titled this "Lurking Cherry".
 

Inner 12 year old rears its ugly head as I giggled at the name of this restaurant.

Ate awesome food. Licked plate. Contemplated ordering another one. Check extra belly roll. Decided against it. Still not sure if it was the right decision.

Flew home. Snapped horrid picture from 35,000 feet of the Mighty Mississippi. Determined that spring cleaning of airplane does not include windows. Thought about my own windows. Decided that it was a case of the pot calling the kettle black. Did not call airlines to make a fuss.

The End

Love,
M