the suburbs (philadelphia).
. . .
. . .
. . .
. . .
. . .
. . .
. . .
. . .
A few of us drove down to Philly this weekend for a dear old friend’s birthday. We stayed at Dear Old Friend’s home, a mighty expanse of a place, especially in the eyes of New York City folk accustomed to tiny apartments with no garden access. But here it was, a space so very verdant and lush, with three stories in the house to spread ourselves out a bit. (And a hammock, even!) Before a cooling autumnal storm came through that evening, we sat out in the patio and drank, fittingly enough, a few rounds of Dark and Stormy cocktails.
A nice little getaway, at once invigorating and relaxing. I need to plan more of these sorts of mini-trips outside of the city — they do wonders for balancing out the daily bustle of it all.
. . .
. . .
. . .
. . .
. . .
. . .
