Know how some places tout their zany with “Keep Weird” campaigns? All the while, America’s weirdest city hardly realizes that it does things a bit oddly. And it is very weird.
After all, only Philadelphia has a sinking neighborhood, a Lenin-like saint mausoleum, a street named after pigeon droppings, nights where you can throw eggs wherever you want, an unhealthy pack-rat tendency to keeps things like hundred of old teeth or shoes, a dungeon-style neo-Gothic prison in a hipster neighborhood, street art tiles begging for resurrections on Jupiter, Ben Franklin, burgers with deep-fried Philly Cheesesteaks in them, artifacts from Charles Dickens’ bird fetish, tri-cornered hats.
Should I continue?
I wrote about it for National Geographic Traveler’s Digital Nomad blog. Meanwhile here are a bunch of photos.
