Angels of the Myrtles

Going to the Philadelphia Museum

{I'm still in Missouri - basically NO internet, short trips to Hardees to take care of business needs - just not enough time to play right now. :(  I MISS YOU guys!  I'll be home Sunday and running around trying to catch up with you!}

Walking toward the Philadelphia Museum.

So many things to see.

Each for himself, gathered up the cherished purposes of life, its aims and ambitions, its dearest affections, and flung all, with life itself, into the scale of battle.

My husband is from Honduras - this is the first time I've seen the Honduran flag.

Yet, another, nice fountain. This one sits in front of the museum.

Do you think I like puddle reflections? :0) Yep, you're right! I do!  you should have seen me trying to get myself in the proper position to attain this one!

Finally made it up all the steps and found the museum locked. It's ok though, we had limited time anyway.

We saw the Rocky statue, and I had the opportunity to snap a photo of a lady snapping a photo of a man pretending to be Rocky. Which, from what we hear, happens many times each day.

There was an exercise class going on.  Wouldn't you love to be a part of it?!

I bet these ladies have great bums!

Philly loves statues

All the World's a stage and all the men and women merely players.

the Holocaust
1933-1945

General Tadeusz Kosciuszko ~ Hero of Poland and the USA