I made my first foray into Chicago via commuter train on Sunday. If I’m going in for museums or other downtown sorts of things, I don’t think I’ll ever drive myself again. It was much easier than fighting construction, Chicago drivers and downtown city parking.
My friend K. and I had plans to wander around the Art Institute and then go have dinner at a cafe she found that she describes as transporting one instantly back to 1971. The cafe will have to wait, as by the time we finished with the museum she wasn’t sure about the timing of driving to a place in the ‘burbs. Having a leisurely dinner and getting me back for the six o’clock train was problematic, and the 8:00 p.m. train would have gotten me home rather too late. We wandered down the road until we spotted a Thai restaurant, and ate there instead. I’m always up for pad thai.
It was a truly marvelous day, in spite of the cold I was fighting off. (It caught me today, of course.) For all the years I’ve known K., and all the time we’ve spent talking, I had never gone museuming with her. And I’m not sure quite which I enjoyed more – looking at the art work or watching her look and talking about it. It doesn’t matter, though. It was a fantastic time, one I’ll remember. That’s what matters.
I’m glad you had such a great time! I look forward to meeting K one of these days. *grin*
Also, I was sorry to read about Wick’s poor car, but muchly relieved that everyone was physically unharmed.