By the time I hit the streets of Philadelphia’s First Friday, things were already bustling. In these parts, the crowd hits suddenly, and it hits hard.
I staggered out of the car and looked around. What first caught my attention was not the galleries themselves, it was the clusters of artists outside of them- sitting cross legged, standing, even literally jumping and dancing.
Music from groups of street performers created coherent and then chaotic poly-rhythms, mingling with shouting from sidewalk to sidewalk, and the honking of car horns as people endlessly circled the congested streets in a desperate search for parking.
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