Our second dawn found us with camera’s in hand to take pictures from our 40th floor aerie. I found myself fascinated by the massive buildings on one side and trains and train tracks on the other. Breakfast again coffee and a bread, we packed and took our suitcases down to be stored till we got back.
Bathrooms abound in Chicago….across the street from the Art Institute gardens was a bakery. G got cookies and I used the facilities. When we looked up we found ourselves at the Historical Foundation’s store and building where I bought an all purpose book on the architecture of Chicago. We again played tourist photographing the giant diorama in the atrium. Across the street, we just had time to photograph the gardens before the museum opened.
The Chicago Art Institute is a must see. I remember my grandfather taking me there to see the Goya when we were changing trains once…perhaps I was twelve or thirteen and very ill from my undiagnosed IBS. This day, we took a flying run first to see the Russian war posters first. I asked one gallery guard if he liked working there, and he replied yes. “In this show?” No, he couldn’t look at it. I agreed as the contents got worse and worse at the show stretched on.
Modern American furniture. Impressionists…so often surprising me with the thinness of their paint, and finally the American galleries where G almost had to drag me out. I kept saying things like, “Look at this Bellows. It shows no gestural lines or passion at all as the other’s do. Then look at this one…Ashcan school…”
Lunch in the museum café. Pauses to see several other spaces and rooms too. Leaving, we dragged our feet through several gallery’s of oriental wonders, G found a cab, and we rushed to reclaimed out bags at the hotel.
Yes Virginia, there’s a Chase Bank on every corner, and yes, there are twenty taxis in every block.
We corralled our luggage, G immediately found yet one more cab, and we were whisked off to the Union Station. We were again whipped in never to see the main grand hall, had a brief stop in the first class lounge, and were driven to our car and room. It was a whirlwind hour, and we were on our way west.