Scenes from the Italian Market, Phila.

I spent the weekend with a couple of blogging friends, and we all met in Philadelphia on Saturday morning. We didn’t have a real plan for the day, other than the fact that we wanted to take lots of photographs. I picked up Daryl and Reena at the train station, then drove to the Italian Market and parked right on 9th Street and walked to Nina’s Trattoria for lunch. You can see it on the lower right of the photo below. I was starving because I’d forgotten to eat breakfast before setting off from Maryland.





I recognized Frank Rizzo right away. When he was on the police force, he used to patrol the Italian Market area. This mural was refurbished in 2010 which is why it looks so good today.

I love the murals. This one is so colorful.

I just loved walking around this place.

Getting ready for Palm Sunday this coming weekend.

One thing that upset me was the fact that my niece, Emily, and her husband Joe were in the Italian Market at the very same time that I was. And I didn’t hear their text come through on my phone until later that afternoon when I happened to check.

I am so sorry, Em ~ I would have loved to see you and Joe!





Lunch at Nina’s Trattoria was a wonderful mushroom and goat cheese quiche served with farm greens. Excellent food and great coffee.

Coolness abounds.

A little side street.

This telephone pole covered with colorful advertisements caught my eye.

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Tomorrow I’ll share the rest of our journey. Hope you don’t mind coming for the ride.

Until then, my friends . . .