The chill this morning doesn’t faze me, since Philadelphia last week was in the 30s and 40s. I had to buy a new coat, as I hadn’t been expecting such cold in November. It made walking unpleasant, at least when the wind picked up, but cafes cozy and warm. Sitting at a counter at Reading Terminal Market last Thursday, I was served a steaming chicken pot pie by a young Mennonite woman.
