In Plain Sight, that is, If One Looked In

It is pretty obvious that even if one wanted to explore every part of the city (any city, every city), there would never enough time because of the rapid fluctuations of its heart, made manifest by the speed of change and/or the unnoticeable (until too late) destruction caused by such flux.  More often than not, one's own perceptions are often hindered by blind faith, self-assurance and plain old ignorance.  Recent case in point is the existence of a grand building in the form of Macy's department store in Philadelphia, which I have passed numerous times on previous visits there.  But, without the handy guidebook which I had purchased, I would not have known of what splendor was contained inside.  Even better, because of an event that they held that afternoon I visited (Brazil, which was of no interest to me- for, as you know, I  have no interest in sunny climes), they were playing the organ, and it was more grand (and no less melancholy) than being in a church (albeit one here dedicated to shopping).