|Jelly fish. The sawfish and puff fish were our favorites, but they wouldn't pose for a picture.|
|photo op before walking to the Field Museum|
|At the Field Museum with Sue, the world's most complete T-Rex skeleton.|
The next day started off so well with an unexpected free breakfast at the hotel, and a walk through Millennium Park (see previous post.)
|The kids at the giant silver bean that is supposed to be a cloud.|
Then things went downhill a little at the art institute. Have you ever seen a Jackson Pollock painting? Have you ever touched one? We hadn't been there five minutes when, to the horror of Jake, myself, and the two security guards, Anne PUT HER HAND on this one:
I wouldn't pay $10 for it, but I guess it's kind of priceless. Luckily no harm was done, and we went on our way.
The kids' favorite part of the Art Institute (where Damon stopped complaining about how bored he was for five minutes) was the Thorne Miniature room, where they had 68 dollhouse-size recreations of European and American living spaces:
It might have been my favorite part, too.
Jake and I took turns going through the special Picasso exhibit, since the kids had had enough by this point. (Warning: if you haven't figured it out all ready, you're about to discover how unsophisticated I am.)
Can someone tell me why, if you were capable of doing this:
you would start doing things like this:
and people would think you were greater than ever? That monstrosity is supposed to be a woman from the shoulders up. It looks like the work of a demented child. I know--I'm so banal and such a boor. The Jackson Pollocks and Pablo Picassos of the world and how much people love them will always mystify me.
Then we took a subway to the top of the Magnificent Mile
|The Water Tower, practically the only building to survive the Great Fire of 1871.|
and walked back to the parking garage where our van was, and we headed back home. Overall, Jake and I loved Chicago and would love to go back.
The kids want to stay in a hotel again. And feed pigeons.