Almost time to leave Chicago. Popped into the Blues Fest these last 2 nights. Thursday night was pretty cool (in the sense of temperature), not unlike an English festival. Ate a Dog (in the Chicago sense, food), and sipped a locally brewed Green Line. Last night I listened to the Queen of Soul, Irma Thomas, singing to what seemed like pretty devoted fans. Nice atmosphere as I ate a BBQ Pulled Pork sandwich, then gently swayed to the music in a white British kinda way.
Earlier in the day I'd visited another Frank Lloyd Wright building, his masterpiece in some ways, Robie House. Then hired a City Cruiser to cycle back uptown on the lovely Lakefront Trail.
Shortly heading for Union Station, and in some ways the highlight of the trip - the Californian Zephyr to San Francisco. It's 50 hours, minus a few as we cross time zones. And no wifi!
Midwest to west coast, here I come...