Philadelphia International Airport is cursed as an Eastern Seaboard airport, but really it has to be the least miserable of the LGA/JFK/NWK choices to be trapped in. The passageway into the international terminal has the gorgeous flock of birds hanging on wires, plus all those movie posters of Philly films. Now I found this (temporary?) display of Miriam Singer’s drawn Transit Daydream maps there, I think it was Terminal F. I had just forgotten one of the fingerless gloves Jenny had given me a few years ago (a new record for me not losing a beloved glove!) back on the plane, but these drawings brought my good spirits back again.