Philadelphia’s Italian Market

I love Philadelphia’s Italian Market. Nothing can smell so bad (fresh fish and crabs, dumpsters, and live game birds) and so good (cheese and coffee shops) at the same time. It’s a heady mix coupled with hilarious Philly attitudes and personalities, you’d almost expect to see a Rocky run through in his grey sweatsuit and Chucks. It’s one of my favorite return destinations in the city, and, sadly, I never visit enough.