I hadn’t been into “the city” (Chicago) for many months, but as the Art Institute was showing the Van Gogh’s Bedrooms exhibit and I had a free pass, I decided to make the trip. Fortunately, we live in a suburb with a metra train line that goes right to Union Station and my husband, now working mostly from home, could drop me off, as parking near the station is difficult.
I chose to leave early, even though I’d arrive in the city with several hours in hand. If I went later, instead of a half hour trip, I’d be on the milk run train, stopping in every suburb between here and Chicago and consuming one and a half hours. I’d already scoped out a bakery/coffee shop that sounded good and was more or less along the mile or so walk between station and Art Institute, so I went early, Kindle and camera in my bag.
Walking slowly in the crowd of disembarked commuters, I was brought to internal laughter by the irony of bright, cheerful ads for Colorado. We were in the semi-gloom of a station in the midst of the third most populated city in the US and there were the pristine mountains and streams of the West. I filled my soul with numerous looks as everyone trudged for the doorway.
The final irony was this decorated set of stairs leading up and out into the canyonlands of not Colorado, but Chicago.
Dwarfed in the urban canyons.
Today, I’m in the eastern urban canyons of Philadelphia. Enjoy your weekend!