“This is where I was born. This was the library I used. This is where I went to college. This is where I used to live. Up there is where I went to church… Our Mother of Constipation.” Wait – are we back in Boise again? No, this was Cyndy’s tour of Philadelphia, HER hometown. Boise may be the city of trees, but Philly has its share too. It also has Fairmount Park, the largest urban park in the world, and the Schuylkill River with its world-class rowing and sculling.

Luckily memory lane lead directly to Independence Hall, the Liberty Bell (has it really grown legs?), the new Constitution Center (well worth a visit), soft pretzels & Philly cheese steaks.

The mint is also down there. We made Mary get her photo taken in the ten and even though I told Mary I wouldn’t use it on the blog, that’s what you get when you go to bed before the rest of us.

After a day of sightseeing we met Anne & Bob (John & Mary’s cousins) & had a wonderful dinner at the Victor Café where the wait staff continue to serenade the clientele with arias from favorite operas. Leaving the city we noted Cirque du Soleil was performing, tried for tickets and ended up seeing a GREAT performance. How is it possible to make your body DO things like that? Even Mary thought she was a bit old to be trying out even for the bit parts.