In a way, this could be the view from a bridge crossing the Delaware River; seaside towns largely have a quaintness that seems universal. That said, it's unlikely that a building in either Delaware or Pennsylvania would have a building whose front has been painted with the Union Jack. I had to wonder if that was a permanent installation or just for the World Cup, which still had England in play. (There were loads of England flags flying everywhere, which reminded me that we Americans aren't the only ones who indulge in an exuberant display of the flag from time to time. I remember a period in the 1980s when I was first getting into English music, and I absorbed somewhere that it was perceived that flying the Union Jack conspicuously was a form of fascism; seeing the England flag (which by itself only makes up a part of the Jack; it's just a white field with a red cross extending to the borders, a la St. George) so proudly up and waving was a little jarring at first.

Update: The web knows all. It's The Union Inn Pub, in Saltash. More here.