Today we were going through the list of stuff we have so that we can sell it to anyone who takes over our apartment in August. It made me so sad. Chicago is the love of my life, and I love it the way it is. Chicago is not just what you see in postcards or even in this blog here, it is so many more indescribable things that really, you simply must come and live yourself to truly understand them. I am so happy that after three more times sleeping, M and Mannu are coming to do exactly that.
The following pix are the first part of a little tribute to some of the things I love about Chicago.
The arts. I love how Chicago-people can make art just about anywhere. Here a light installation at the Bean.
All the crazy people. Here represented by an old lady activist in the Old Town.
Shops you can buy anything from. Here is a stuffed something-something in Wrigleyville. Special greetings to Clava.
The sunsets. The Bulls. And the Blackhawks. In this photo, all at the same time in front of the United Center in Madison.
Colors of Chicago neighborhoods. And handsome Chicago gentlemen. Here murals of Wicker park.
Places you have to take the El, the elevated rail system that makes a big racket between streets and skies. After at least a half an hour ride to any direction, there is a whole new life waiting.
The skyline. Here pictured from the South, me and my love in Hyde park.
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