December 21, 2014 - The Inquirer
On sunny days, the boxed-in air of 30th Street Station is bronzed and the trapped birds fly at rushing angles toward the vertical glass. When it rains, when it snows, when it fogs, the interior mood is old cinema - the scenes playing on a black-and-white reel except for the flower shop in the southeast corner, where sunflowers, tulips, calla lilies, roses, freesia, orchids, and begonias bloom beneath halo lights.