From Chinatown in the North to (almost) the Italian Market in the South, the banks of the Schuylkill in the West to Penn’s Landing in the East, today has been a double-down, no holds barred dose of Philadelphia. Our quest for an apartment was defined largely by disappointment, frustration, and as the day wore on, by our two little toddlers-turned-demons’ wailing refrain, “I wanna go Phuppo (auntie’s) home!” But unbeknownst to us, in between stumbling through former habitats of erudition-seeking wild animals (a.k.a. college students) and engaging in unexpectedly friendly and insightful conversations with pedestrians we accosted for the “inside scoop” on the neighborhoods, this scrappy, rough-around-the-edges city of brotherly love, started casting its spell over us, and we’ve fallen prey to its unassuming charm.