Here's the view from our hotel window (19 floors up). That's William Penn on the state house dome.

Philadelphia is the city of Brotherly Love and they play it up.
Here's Christine and Jamie in Love Park:

Even the graffiti artists feel the love (even if their grammar is atrocious):

Jamie loved the luxurious accommodations:

He has been so good all week. The last two nights, he has slept all the way through the night. 10 pm to 7 am. Wow! We did hear him wake up and start talking to himself in the middle of the night, but he puts himself back to sleep now. His latest thing is to make fart/raspberry noises (I taught him how myself) and he loves to practice. Spit flies everywhere. It's a laugh riot! He's a real trooper when it comes to getting pushed around in his stroller, too. It would be hard to ask for a better baby.
In front of the Philadelphia Museum of Art:

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