Tonight I am looking at the city lights of Chicago reflected in the ocean they call Lake Michigan. After 3 days of exploring... the city and my inner being... I wish I had more time here. Chicago is beautiful, diverse, eclectic. I love that art is dispersed throughout the city in the most unusual places. At a bus stop. In the planters along Michigan Avenue. Art pops up at you from every nook and cranny. See the beautiful red dress waiting for the bus...
Chicago, once nick named the White City because its tall buildings were white plastered and shone in the sun. One even covered in white marble imported from Europe. After 10 or so years this particular structure had to be completely re-covered, as marble did not stand up well to the harsh Chicago climate. One would not want to be near a building that could shed large slabs of marble from 20 stories....
Next post... Into thin air...
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