Adam L.
Yelp
Ah the Singing Fountain.
At my last apartment, I was able to lay in bed, open the door to my balcony and hear the delightful voice of Franky Blue Eyes, the soft tap of the water, and of course, the overbearing roar of the 23 bus plodding past every 10 minutes.
In all seriousness though, I love this fountain. On a Friday evening, you can see diners all around it. And, not only does it play music, but also, if you are lucky, you can hear an old news report from the 40s every once in a while spliced in. Creepy? Maybe. Delight? Definitely!
The heartbeat of South Philly lives where Passyunk meets Tasker.