First time in Philly
anonymous
August 1 2017, 00:47:33 UTC
As I walked down Market Street, I noticed a rising edifice ahead. I stopped and stared. It was breathtaking. I had to know what this marvelous building was - its purpose, its meaning in life. I rushed to take a picture of the statues and the spire that rose high above the city. I walked to the intersection, where I bounced on my toes, impatient for that horrible hand to go away so I can better view this magnificent structure. As I finally reached the facade, I was in awe over the architecture and the massive gates. I passed through the gates and marveled at the marble and coffered ceilings. I passed through, only to discover other delights in the form of a courtyard formed by this beautiful building and its clock tower, which I had not seen from the street. I began to explore the various sides of the courtyard, the picturesque beauty made even lovelier by an elderly man playing a sad melody on his violin. As I spun in circles, taking pictures and videos with my camera, I was informed by two locals that it was “even nicer on the other side.” I came close to the other side of the courtyard, I discovered another entrance. As I passed through, I found myself surrounded by rising streams of water. There were children running and playing in the water, as their parents look on.
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