In case you were wondering, this is what a perfect fall day in Chicago looks like:
The city is in a state of euphoric jubilation because apparently this happened not too long ago, after a rather long dry spell:
We were the walking definition of tourists. Witness Exhibit A: the Bean. Believe me, it does not get any more touristy than this. I’m pretty sure there wasn’t a local Chicagoan to be found within a five mile radius.
Exhibit B: stopping foot traffic in all sorts of inconvenient places to take pictures. (Not pictured, the multitudes having to dodge around us as we posed for this shot)
Exhibit C: eating all of the typical Chicago foods.
(We, of course, also ate and loved deep dish pizza. We are not stupid.)
Exhibit D: riding the L to get downtown from Marisa’s house:
The perfect fall day was followed by perfect fall night in Chicago:
As if all this were not enough my-cup-runneth-over, I also had a few days with my friend Jess:
Not pictured (because it was way past her bedtime) is her youngest, Gracie, who is two years old and has the vocabulary and verbal skills of a trial lawyer (not even joking), the face of a baby panda (is there anything cuter than a baby panda? This is not a rhetorical question, I really do want to know.) and the energy of the Energizer bunny (would probably leave him behind in the dust). I had the best time hanging out with them.