Can I say that without invoking sympathetic groans from anyone not familiar with the place I call home?
I've been driving my Mini Cooper on a different path to work every day for the past few weeks in search of my holy grail*, and have been rewarded in every instance with new discoveries about the city that I thought I knew. Wissahickon park's Forbidden Drive is amazing this time of year, as are the trees near Lemon Hill. The centennial exposition residua are still a stately, if a too quiet reminder of what happened here in 1876.
Get off your mental interstate and enjoy the show around you. You won't be sorry.
*Can a person get to work without encountering an intersection with a stop light?