[Sunday] We had planned our trip meticulously, knowing that we had a 3 ½ year old to keep happy, as well as 4 adults [I consider this about the right ratio]. So, upon arrival, we took a taxi right to the Blake Hotel, a fairly high priced but enormously convenient place. The rooms turned out to be quite spacious and nicely done. And they agreed to store our bags on both sides of the trip, a truly great service. Check-in done, and rooms guaranteed by credit, Ron and I set out on foot [known as “shank’s mare” in Britain] to the Chicago Institute of Art. The collections are along the lines of the Met in NYC, though vastly more modest: paintings, sculpture and decorative arts for the most part. The main claims to fame are “Sunday on the Grande Jatte” by Georges Seurat; American Gothic” by Grant Wood and “Nighthawks” by Edward Hopper which was not on display. Other works, esp. those by van Gogh and Monet are justly famous. As usual, we bought the guidebook first and made our way through the rooms, reading about some works [which helps understand the art considerably]. We also like to check mark the ones we saw so that in years to come we might—might—remember a fraction of what we have seen.
Sunday in front of The Grand Jatte:
We finished up in time to reach the hotel by 5ish, greeted our beloveds [TAZ = Theresa, Andrew and Zoe] and then we all rested a while. For dinner at Gino’s, we hosted Theresa’s sister-and-husband and cousin-and-girlfriend; it was a large and noisy group, with Zoe being the very queen of the table. We had wonderful Chicago deep dish pizza and roasted Brussels sprouts, among other yummy things. Gino’s also is a micro-brewery, so Ron and Andrew taste-tested a goodly number of samples. They have very different palates—a surprise to me for some reason.
The next morning [Mon] saw the 5 of us boarding a bus for an architectural tour of Chicago, including a house by Frank Lloyd Wright, bandstand by Frank Gehry and buildings by Mies van der Rohe. Thus I got to see my 3 least favorite architects; but I enjoyed the tour anyway, and Zoe was also well behaved. We learned that the University of Chicago was started as a Baptist college by John D. Rockefeller! We walked through the student center by Mies van der Rohe and I saw the inspiration for the West Coast architects who designed the Orange County FIDM campus. <www.fidm.edu>
Chicago claims to have “the first buildings that scraped the sky”, but the term “skyscraper” originally referred to clipper ships, with their huge masts. Louis Sullivan and Associates invented the tall building, originally very thick at the base with reinforced masonry, which eventually developed into the steel exoskeletons, covered in glass, that we see today.
Thus enlightened and exhausted, we picked up some Japanese food and returned to the hotel for rest. Poor Andrew had to work some [yes, even on vacay [
We had Mexican dinner at Chango Loco [Crazy Monkey], also within the palm court. We ventured out for some photos of the skyline, but it was windy and chilly [Chicago, in other words.]
Theresa comported with pirates:
Tuesday we bussed over to the Shedd Aquarium. Andrew and I have always loved going to Sea World etc and making snarky comments about the fish [while really enjoying learning stuff] and he has made sure Zoe continues the tradition. I had brought a small plush ray to give her and I was dismayed that the touch-a-ray tank was closed. Fortunately my gift was vindicated by many rays in tanks. The highlights of the Shedd for us were tidal pools touching tanks; playful river otters; beluga whales and many tanks of jellyfish. We got to see a diver feeding the critters in the huge central tank by virtue of having collapsed on a bench before he got started.
Zoe is making her plush ray swim along with the real ones:
After naptime, TCZ got on the bus and went to The American Girl Place, where we scarcely had enough time. Zoe loved that place, esp where they had set out tea sets and beds to play with. I hated to, but we had to keep moving her along. Theresa got a chance to pick out the Bitty Baby doll she wanted for Zoe [refusing my offer to get an American Girl for herself] and I added the play cookies, 3-part cupcakes and epergne Zoe had played with. I got my Girl a Chicago t-shirt; she also has NYC and LA. This completed something of a pilgrimage on my part, in memory of my mother and sister, who never got to go except for pretend.
The tea epergne is on the left:
Meanwhile, Ron [aka Pop] and Andrew went back to Gino’s for beer and pizza, where they talked man-to-man and saw eye-to-eye. Upon our return from shopping, TCZ ordered sandwiches at Potbelly and took them back to our rooms. Later that evening, Zoe informed Andrew that we ate at “Pop’s Tummy.”