I could write a book just from theĬonversations I've heard/had on Septa. Unlike in most cities, where people read, Philadelphians on the bus or the El talk to each other. And he's right: the average bus is more crowded than the average sidewalk. Shooting on the 33 a couple of weeks ago, be our safest). My alter-ego Siskind says that Septa is really our most-trampled public space (at 300 million rides a year it may be true – it may also, despite the That, despite the joy of people in motion, was the extent of the entertainment. Yesterday on Walnut Street, I saw an elderly immigrant wearing an American flag baseball hat emblazoned with a gold eagle playing theĪccordion. (The curb-cut mercilessly threatens even this fragile yet demarcated territory of the pedestrian.) Aside from a few notable exceptions, our sidewalks areįamously boring. But ours are narrow, practical, and seem always at the mercy of cars. The sidewalk, of course, is the greatest of all. Why else live in a city but to live in public? This is a curious thing to say about a city – even the so-called Private City, isn't it? It is the only place in Philadelphia where – without restraint or self-consciousness – we embrace the idea and fulfill the Why? Well we know why: it's our stage, our promenade, always We'll all agree that Rittenhouse, Jacobs' "success," is the most wonderful place in the world. I'll proceed, as did our Godmother Jane Jacobs, right into the physics of the squares.
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