Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Chicago (II)

Chicago's lakefront from the Signature Lounge on the 96th floor of the Hancock

I am a tourist in my own city: walking familiar streets lined with unfamiliar places; feeling simultaneously foreign and native; embarking on tourist missions after punching out at the office.

The Sears Tower (Willis who?) beyond the Picasso

Marina City

I took a stroll through Millenium Park after work last week, pausing to appreciate the Crown Fountain and Cloud Gate (a.k.a. The Bean).


Afterwards, I accidentally found myself savoring a goat cheese sampler and flight of white at my old haunt, Bin 36, where I installed myself on one of the bar sofas and read Juliana's book.

I fell back into the local music scene, catching Silvia's floaty, angelic rendition of Homenagem ao Malandro at Bêabá do Samba's Pritzker Pavilion debut.

My parents and I went on an architectural boat tour which, despite my best intentions, I never did when I lived here.

The Wrigley Building and Michigan Avenue Bridge

The new Trump Tower

The Tribune building

The West Loop from the South Branch

Tomorrow, a corporate picnic dinner and concert in Millennium Park followed by Chivas x Inter at The Globe Pub.

Vamo vamo Inter!