A montage of Chicago
Amidst the muscular architecture and loud wail of the El, I wonder sometimes how people live in Chicago when it is the second city. It’s big, but not huge. It has so many things, but not everything. It lives it’s life in the shadow of New York and yet Chicago is its own beast in the jungle. Today we had Italian at the Italian Village, a three story homage to low and high Italy and it rained and it sleeted and it practically hailed. But Chicago’s buff shoulders kept us secure.