I have never been to Philadelphia before. Or Ben Franklin's Place, as I will know it from now on. That man must have been a phenomenon.
Even though I was only a couple of days there, I did get to see quite a lot. This wasn't supposed to be a vacation trip, but the Internet being down at the hotel for most of the stay provided a convenient excuse to play tourist. So I grabbed my daughter and off we went: Liberty Bell, Independence Hall, the Waterfront District, Penn's Landing, and—speaking of Penn—City Hall, with Penn himself sticking out of the top. I was a little worried that she would lack the stamina for this roaming around, but she loved it. We finished off with a carriage ride, courtesy of a massive horse named Richard and a guide, Brian, who used to be a jockey, but is now a virtual fountain of knowledge on Ben Franklin and this little town of his. I highly recommend seeking out these two, on the corner of Market and 6th, next time you're in Philly.
Before leaving, I did manage to break the law: Apparently, there is a statute in force, requiring everybody to have a Philly Cheese Steak before leaving the city. Guilty as charged, though I did manage to grab a soft pretzel with mustard at the airport.