In a city with a population of almost 3 million, Chicago succeeded in making me feel special during my Labor Day quick getaway to the Windy City. This was my forth time visiting Chicago, but it was the first time that I got a chance to walk over ten miles and really explore the city in its full glory, not to mention that I also saved a considerable amount of money in parking.
After the Chicago Great Fire of 1871, the city underwent a massive rebuild and it is dubbed by many as a ‘global architectural capital’ with its mind-blowing buildings some of which are reminiscent of Batman’s Gotham City.
As I approached Chicago’s famous, Millennium Park I could hear the wind carrying vivacious jazz sounds. I was in luck, the 39th Annual Jazz festival was underway in the park which was named as a tribute to the third millennium ending in the year 3000 according to the Gregorian Calendar. It felt great having VIP seating at no cost! Free events are one of the many perks of living in cosmopolitan cities
Cloud Gate a.k.a. the Bean is a steel sculpture which looks like liquid mercury, famous for reflecting distorted views of people with a backdrop of the Chicago skyline. It is located at AT&T Plaza at Millennium Park.
In the midst of the tourist crowd, I managed to get a picture of the omphalos chamber that warps and multiplies reflections.
I decided to take a break and sit on a bench on the shore of Lake Michigan admiring the jet skis and sailboats, Chicago’s famous 30-mile lakefront visited daily by cyclists, joggers and walkers. During the short summer months, sunbathers and beach sports players add additional vivaciousness to the serene surroundings.
Having worked up quite an appetite, I decided to stop at Eataly, chef Mario Batali’s Chicagoan-Italian experience. This place has it all! Lavazza espressos, Nutella (my weakness!) crepes, and has successfully established itself for years as a Carb Heaven with its homemade pizza and pasta and a vast vino selection.
As I was waiting for a table, I spent a good amount of time admiring the vast olive product line offerings and oil production, such obsession can be explained by my paternal grandmother Italian heritage. Yep, I love my EVOO (Extra Virgin Olive Oil)!
More to come on Chicago…