As you’re heading north on 52nd Street, you might not see this small playground on your left. There’s a fruit seller selling remarkably cheap fruit on the corner. Right behind him, through a break in the fence, you can take a time machine back 30 years where all the equipment was made of–gasp!–steel. It’s small, but it’s fun. And it reminded me a lot of my elementary school playground.
Philadelphia Playground Project review (not yet reviewed)
Visited: August 2012
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