Hard Rock Philadelphia

There’s no better way to see a city than by foot. That’s why my East Coast Adventure Pal Nichola and I are happiest taking long walks on our trips.

This is how you can stop to admire an alleyway mural. That’s how you notice the flower in a sidewalk crack or the nifty little architectural detail on the windows of an old building.

As a matter of fact, we are the kind of people who will set out on a walk and then find ourselves six city blocks in the wrong direction all because someone said “hey, look at that!”

It’s truly amazing we get anywhere at all considering how pleased we are to stop and study the odd and quiet things that others drive right past.

Most folks do, however, notice the Hard Rock Cafe in Philadelphia. We didn’t go in but I did enjoy seeing the massive 36 foot guitar on a historic building that might otherwise have been lost. That’s the historic Reading Terminal which dates to the late nineteenth century.

I didn’t even know the place existed until we went wandering on our last morning in town and found ourselves looking at murals and art installations around the neighborhood. That guitar is certainly a conversation piece and so is the building.

I’m grateful anytime someone chooses the historic instead of tearing it down to make way for the new.