A few hundred years ago squires in powdered wigs and knee-breeches went about their daily routines on the street where I am standing. In front of me is a British style courthouse dating to 1732. Behind it is a spacious town green, dominated by a statue of William Penn. The street is made of rust red brick, and a side street around the corner is constructed of basic cobblestone, tricky to drive on and tough to walk on.
So where am I? Philadelphia? Colonial Williamsburg?
How about New Castle, Delaware?
Make that Historic New Castle, Delaware.