I can’t begin to talk about all the things we’ve seen and done here in the Windy City. Just walking around in Chicago is pretty amazing for this country mouse. Everything is so big and tall! Great architecture of every type everywhere you look. People watching is a feast for the eyes here. And all the food has been fabulous even through a stuffed up head and nose.
First on our agenda was Cloud Gate otherwise known as the Bean. Gave off kind of a weird feeling. Here is this HUGE shiny object in the middle of a park and people are just gravitating toward it. I just wished all those people would move out of my pictures.
Breakfast at The Corner Bakery and then off to the Navy Pier. There was lots going on there including Armed Forces Day so there were lots of yummy boys in uniform around. All of them looked young enough to be jailbait but you can’t get put in the pokey just for looking.
We took a neat and very informative boat ride where the guide talked all about Chicago and sang “Get Your Kicks On Route 66”. The entire song. MB got a surprise when a sea gull pooped on her shoulder. We also rode the giant Ferris wheel, fun but kind of scary getting on and off.
We saw so many things on Michigan Avenue. Beautiful stores and all kinds of different people, wonderful buildings, a bride and groom running around with their photographer, street performers, homeless people. Scene after scene I wanted to capture with my camera. I had thoughts all day of my other photographer friends and my bro.
A very handsome waiter, raspberry mojitos and a fabulous dinner at Carnivale rounded out the evening. Wonderful ambiance, very colorful and artsy decor and Latin music. MB was in her element.
On the taxi ride back to the hotel, JS yet again, made best friends with our driver. He asked her what her nickname for her husband was…and then what her nickname for him during “romantic mood”. He was originally from India with an adorable accent. Our friendliest driver so far. He told her his wife’s nickname for him was “sugar cane” for romantic mood but “dirty naughty” for Sunday mornings. We laughed and laughed and laughed. Actually we’re still laughing about it.