On the way into Philly, we call it the Beer Pitcher building.
Strutting down market.
The impressive tower of city hall, with equally impressive scaffolding.
Fancies lined-up for judging.
Tor the Golden Gong Mong.
Sad mime, all is just.
WE COME IN PEACE FOR ALL BUTTERKIND
The dragon has it's own food supply of fluffy caped aerobics instructors.
Love that patina.
That's uhhh that's a nice bust sir.
The hobo-clown band had some unusual props.
Posing with the Mayor.
Blah happy blah.
Giant oompaloompahs think that this guy's soft pretzel heater is novel too. (hot coals in aluminum foil.
dots dots dots
Sadly non-functional keypants.
Leo the Magneto with his pomeranian powers.
Philly loves it's murals, even the one where Ropey Jones hangs himself from the arts tree.
City Hall has a lot of interesting detail.
The other end.
Wouldn't it be woverweave?