…and that it did; that being the “Windy City”.
A few weeks ago, I had the pleasure of finally setting foot in Chicago for a work trip. It’s not often that I get sent to big cities, so I was overjoyed to be traveling to a metropolitan area versus some heartland fishing town. This was the first trip that I was completely on my own; no real travel companions. I loved every minute. Ha! Not sure what that means on a deeper level, but traveling all by my lonesome was quite lovely. Chicago was my oyster and I went diving for pearls!
What I loved about Chicago: Chicago Dogs (mmm… sweet relish, tomatoes, and onions on top of a grilled sausage? YES PLEASE!), an oversized, metallic coffee bean, and the Art Institute of Chicago— MIND BLOWING!
The photos won’t fully capture my awe, but here’s a little taste of the wind…
Art Institute of Chicago. Best museum I’ve been to since Florence & Rome. That sounds a bit dramatic, but it’s true. I have never had so many goosebumps while gazing at framed art since the day I snuck photos of the Sistine Chapel. The Impressionism gallery was unbelievable. I spent a total of four hours in this museum– at least two of those hours were in the impressionism hall.
Now here’s where my mind got blown. Just a day before I went to the museum, I blogged about Paris and posted Gustave Claudeboitte’s Paris Street, Rainy Day. There I was admiring the French Impressionism section and I turn a corner and see this:
I coerced a super nice guy to take at least 3 photos of me staring at this painting. I could have stared at it for hours. I’m weird like that, but I love my art…I love my French art.
Hopefully the winds blow me that way again soon.