Rocky Ran Up These Steps. I didn't.

But I did walk up them, and for that I should be commended, at least in my own mind.

 Jeff called me earlier in the week, and asked me to go to Philadelphia and be a tourist with him for a day.  We went to a Christmas Village - I only bought a bone for his dog; I wasn't hauling anything else through the city, cabs and who knows what else.  Then we went to the Philadelphia Museum of Art.  That's the building that Rocky ran up and down in the movie.  There's a Rocky statue at the bottom and to the side of the steps, but I wasn't interested in standing in line with all of the other tourists to see it.

That's a honkin' lot of steps!  Somewhere around 100, I think, but I'm not positive.  I didn't count.

The museum is interesting in that it not only contains paintings and statues, but also rooms presumably salvaged from buildings being torn down, phenomenal doorways like this one,

and a whole room full of these fellows.  Might as well strike the pose, right? (Excuse my wrinkled dress.)

And when we left, shortly before 5, night was just falling, and the city looked as pretty as it ever does, from the top of the stairs,

and from the bottom.

Happy Friday, everyone!  I hope your holiday preparations are moving along well!