It is Elfreth’s Alley, isn’t it? It was my Mom’s favorite place in Philadelphia. When she wasn’t prowling the streets of Greenwich Village at the annual art fair.
Yeah tiny streets!
p.j.
I, too, would live on a street like this. Only the weather would always be cold and rainy. If you wanted warm and sunny you would have to take a carriage out to the countryside where you could live in a big farmhouse with fresh milk and eggs each morning.
It has to be Philadelphia–I’m not sure it’s Elfreth’s Alley, though it could be. ( I toured some of the houses on Elfreth’s Alley once–funny little bitty houses little changed for like, 200 years!)
Wow. Elfreth’s Alley would surely rock the block partay, huh?
In MY favorite parallel universe (of course, there are so MANY!) I am a fabulously successful writer, living alone in a fabulous light-and-air-filled bungalow somewhere on a beach that never gets hit by hurricanes, bad storms or even erosion. My boyfriend, George Clooney’s long-lost but infinitely more charming twin brother, lives right next door. He plays the banjo and designs really fancy high-end computer things of some sort and is helplessly in lurrrrve with ME, though I refuse to marry him.
In Bossy’s parallel universe she will make millions off her blog, and then teach her commenters/fellow bloggers how to make a meager subsistence off blogging, where “meager subsistence” equals “meager subsistence plus a lover who speaks no English.”
Charming! Reminds of some of the older sections of Manhattan.
Maiden Lane?
Or that one by NYU?
Yes. I was thinking of Reade Street.
This is a street? For whom… Hobbits? The Shire looks a little more developed than I remember.
Street? I thought it was a bicycle path.
Elfreths’s Alley? I love this place.
It’s Elfreth’s Alley. One of the neater places in Philly, you won’t find anything like it anywhere else!
It is Elfreth’s Alley, isn’t it? It was my Mom’s favorite place in Philadelphia. When she wasn’t prowling the streets of Greenwich Village at the annual art fair.
Yeah tiny streets!
p.j.
I would guess she makes more money than you as well.
That sky color is beautiful!
I, too, would live on a street like this. Only the weather would always be cold and rainy. If you wanted warm and sunny you would have to take a carriage out to the countryside where you could live in a big farmhouse with fresh milk and eggs each morning.
Ok, back to work. 🙂
I also have a parallel life. Mine involves a loft apartment, lots of arty friends and a lover who doesn’t speak much English.
It has to be Philadelphia–I’m not sure it’s Elfreth’s Alley, though it could be. ( I toured some of the houses on Elfreth’s Alley once–funny little bitty houses little changed for like, 200 years!)
I recognize what it’s not; my block.
Van Gogh would have painted this alley. This photo is halfway there.
Wow. Elfreth’s Alley would surely rock the block partay, huh?
In MY favorite parallel universe (of course, there are so MANY!) I am a fabulously successful writer, living alone in a fabulous light-and-air-filled bungalow somewhere on a beach that never gets hit by hurricanes, bad storms or even erosion. My boyfriend, George Clooney’s long-lost but infinitely more charming twin brother, lives right next door. He plays the banjo and designs really fancy high-end computer things of some sort and is helplessly in lurrrrve with ME, though I refuse to marry him.
Happy Parallel Universe Monday!
Now you all have me thinking of what MY parallel universe would be like. Meanwhile I quite like Julie-13’s universe.
In Bossy’s parallel universe she will make millions off her blog, and then teach her commenters/fellow bloggers how to make a meager subsistence off blogging, where “meager subsistence” equals “meager subsistence plus a lover who speaks no English.”
#13 is on to something here.
Oh, i love old city. miss it terribly.
Oh man, i love this street.