What a day. We headed down to Navy Pier this morning to take Ava to the Chicago Children’s Museum. What a zoo. Congestion aside, it’s a nice museum. The mark of excellence for these kinds of places is the quality of the arts stuff they have on site, and this one had really nice arts stuff.
After that, Leah and Ava rode the most expensive carousel in the world. I don’t even think Ava had that much fun. She was getting zombie tired by the end of it, and we came back to get Ava down for a nap while I did my afternoon sessions. Turns out Ava never napped, which made dinner a real gamble. She did all right, amazingly, and now we’re back at the room getting ready to hit the hay.
I have to say, big cities are OK, but they’re…bereft, somehow. Maybe it’s just modern big cities; I’m sure Rome is different. But I’m ready to head home. Ten days in the middle of nowhere on Lake Superior is sure going to be a change from walking 10 blocks over nothing but concrete to get to a mediocre meal. Kids and haute cuisine don’t mix.