So, at last, my secret is out. The author discovered it while he was visiting a farmer's market (or food hall) in Philadelphia: I have an ice cream flavour named after me! I don't honestly know which was worse, him discovering it or him ordering a cone and sitting there trying to lick up the trails of melted cream before they ran down his wrist (so embarrassing). You'd think a green dragon like me would be ice cool and minty. In fact I'm a rich dark chocolate with chips of chocolate thrown in for good measure. Well done Bassetts of Philly. You have no idea how extra famous you've just become.
After our jaunt in New York City, we moved to Pennslyvania where everything seemed very lush and verdant after the 'Big Apple' and made us feel like we could have been back in England. The author was particularly impressed by the beautiful timber houses, painted in their delicate pastel shades. He wants to buy one, he says. A snip at $300,000. We were driven around Philadelphia by our second media escort, Ann, who gave us an excellent tour and showed us many historic places - including ... the Museum of Art where Sylvester 'Rocky' Stallone ran up the steps while training for his big fight! Isn't it strange how you always remember the silly things when you go sightseeing, instead of the magnificent City Hall, for instance, or the awesome Benjamin Franklin Bridge? I can forgive him, though, because on our last night in this historic city we sat on the 'Rocky' steps at 10pm and gazed, awestruck, at the glittering skyscrapers - the perfect backdrop to the silhouetted statue of George Washington astride his horse.