Chicago …. the big city! From the beginning it was all about the food. John from Chicago met the Matriarch and I at the railway station, poured us into his little super duper car and roared us through the streets from market to market. I am sure he felt like he had a wind up toy come to visit. All he had to do was turn me and point me in the right direction and off I warbled, clattering about, thrilled to bits, tasting cheeses and cured meats, pastas and pastries, spices and divine fat fresh vegetables. People are so friendly up here in the city. We shopped Italian, we shopped Asian, we shopped Indian but we did not get time to visit the Greeks.
Tall and reflective. I grew up on a beach in Napier, New Zealand, as you know. But I love cities. All of them. If you put me in a suburb I would probably wilt to death like an overwatered pot plant. But the big city, the sea and the wide open spaces of the plains are where I most love to be. Eclectic? Maybe just easy to please.
Big city christmas lights are for every night of the year.
We stayed in a lovely little low tech boarding house in De Witt Place. Right by the lake.
The Matriarch and I stayed out way too late last night so words are few now. And look at that it is 7.30 am! City hours!
It is time to get back to farm life. But I will be back. John from Chicago and I are working on a plan to meet with others of our blog community up here, so watch this space. Life is a glorious place to be!
See you all tomorrow. Have a lovely, lovely day.