Here is our Chicago.
This visit was our first, long overdue, and we realized how much we’ve been missing. The city was all dressed up in summer – hot, clean, and friendly.
Little grows in Florida this time of year (we enjoy local produce when the rest of the country is blanketed in snow), so we made going to farmers’ markets our hobby. Rows of multicolored beets, various berries, plump eggplants, and zebra tomatoes inspired us as much as the room full of Calder’s mobiles at the Museum of Contemporary Art.
We liked the Sunday market at Wicker Park. It was raining, but the crowd was enthusiastic, equipped with umbrellas, and ready to stock up on the beautiful produce. The Streeterville market on Tuesday was another favourite. The highlight there was a tent with all kinds of spectacular, locally grown flowers. The variety and fair price of the bouquets left us speechless and wanting a proper garden.
P.O.S.H. was one of the first on our list of places-to-go. It’s the most charming tableware shoppe that stocks vintage pieces from European and American hotels, flea market finds, and some new gift items. The set up inside is incredible, like a museum, but much more inviting. We spent hours browsing the selection and still had to come back a second time to have another look. They have an incredible childrens’ section (where we got Paloma’s nesting dolls), with wonderfully illustrated books, finger puppets, drawing supplies, and sippy cups galore. If you are ever in the area, give it a visit, you won’t regret it.
Other fond memories include an organic fingerling potato pizza with the thinnest crust on the planet, dipping our toes in Lake Michigan, finally getting to see pieces by Henry Darger, magnificent architecture, Bucktown, uncomplicated subway, Hendrickx Belgian bakery, and snacking on all the lovely produce after a long day of walking around, with blisters.
Thank you, Chicago.