Chicago, some more

We got several recommendations for food, but one place was closed because of “Rogar Pictures, set this way” and it didn’t really occur to us that obviously someone is making a movie here.  We finally found Miller’s Pub and John had some awesome fish and chips and I got Yankee Pot Roast.  We walked through Grant Park and the millions of people

(and I do mean millions because 3 million extra people were in town for Taste of Chicago) to get to Buckingham Fountain and walk through the park back to our hotel to change again.  We set off to go west along the river in the sunset time and saw some unbelievably stupid boys taking skateboards off marble stairs at the Vietnam Memorial.  I say “stupid” and I stand by it because there is just no other word for it.  Especially without any gear and elbows that are already bloody.  At least, we didn’t have to watch him kill himself or have a bone sticking out of his skin. 

We came across the serious part of the set for Jupiter Ascending that is made by the makers of the Matrix and actually saw one of the Wachowski’s, but didn’t know it enough to take a picture.  Downtown Chicago pretty much closes shop on a Sunday evening, so if you’re sitting in Big Rapids pining for the big city, be aware that nothing stays open later here and you have to put up with significant smells of sewer and urine at differing intervals because of the homeless.  This is especially offensive to Ali and after seeing someone walk past us with a face mask on, I wondered if breathing in the miasma of body effluvia is healthy for a person…