After 2 days and nights on the train from LA to Chicago, a girl needs to freshen up, and have her hair done.
‘Macy’, Grace’s American Girl doll was duly booked in, her attentive mother by her side.
Meanwhile, outside, in the windiest of windy cities….
On our first day, Chicago really lived up to it’s reputation as The Windy City.
After the balmy climes of the west coast, we were hoping the breezy arrival was just a freshen up; the equivalent of a quick ice bath after the temperate and sticky west.
So it was off to The Field Museum to check out Egyptian embalming….
And to get up close with ‘Sue’, the dinosaur (she really is affectionately known by that moniker)….
The old boy of the bunch (that’s RM) had his birthday in Chicago, and it couldn’t have been celebrated any other way except at a thumping, R&B rolling blues club, Blue Chicago, featuring that night, Shirley Johnson in full force, in the company of his lifelong companion DG. Much Irish whiskey was consumed, the singer autographed one of her CDs for the man of the moment, and our table neighbours for the night – two young gentlemen about town, who’d flown in from The Big Apple to spectate early that evening at an ice hockey joust – who, when discovering the ultimate goal of our family peregrinations, namely a road trip down south from DC to New Orleans, offered a quick elocution lesson on the proper pronunciation of said city; something like ‘Gnarlins’.
In the end, our 5 days in Chicago was wonderful. At first it felt eerily similar to Melbourne.
There was stunning architecture…
A cosmopolitan life by the river…
And the amazing Museum of Science and Industry, that used Lego to explain the fundamentals of architectural engineering.
All in all, we found Chicago to be quite stunning….
But the next leg in our journey was New York, and we knew that was going to be like meeting up with a boisterous and energetic cousin, who we hadn’t seen for a number of years……