There’s some disagreement about why Chicago is called “The Windy City.” One side says the name comes from the hot air of its politicians; the other that the winds which seem to come down every street in all directions at the same time are the cause of the title. I say going with both is a safe bet.
Early Friday morning, our older daughter, her boyfriend, and I were at the Naperville train station to catch the Metra into the city. Leave by any train up to and including the 8:25 am and it will only take about 30 minutes to arrive at Union Station. Wait ten more minutes and the journey jumps to an hour and twenty minutes! No prizes guessing which we took.
After a coffee stop for them, we walked down to Michigan Avenue, introducing her boyfriend to The Bean. Follow my signature and you’ll find me at the end of it, taking the shot.
Nearby are sculptures by Chakaia Booker, made of discarded tires, artistic recycling at its best. This one makes me think of a dragon.
The weather was unusually warm for the end of October, but that pesky wind as well as being in the shade, took us from warmth to chill quite quickly, then back again to warm. We walked north on Michigan Avenue, alternating between window gazing and looking at the combination of classic old and shiny new buildings. Finally we reached the point where the Chicago River runs under Michigan Avenue. Cross the river and you’re on the Magnificent Mile, filled with expensive, high-end stores. We’re looking towards Lake Michigan and that boat is like the one we’ll take later for an architectural tour on the river.
Not everything is serious and this is just right for Halloween. Gives “rolling your eyes” a whole new meaning.
When we reached the top of the Mile, we went briefly into the Macy’s building where I caught this bit of water and light and where Evan bought his sister a Cubs cap. As our house is for the Cleveland Indians, I’ll say no more. But there will be more posts about our trip.