Chicago, city of poles

(Photos by your humble blogkeeper)

Totem on left: (teeth chattering): "Oh, dear! The museum closes at 3 today for a women's board meeting. Should we tell him?"

Totem on right (smiling sardonically): "The early closing is right there on the Web site. Let the idiot read more carefully next time. And the schmuck calls himself an editor."

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OK, so all I got to see of the Field Museum this afternoon was the Stanley Field Hall, thanks to that early closing. But what I saw was impressive, including not just my two polish friends, but also Sue (John McFetridge will like this one.)

And Chicago's architecture is so rich that any excursion downtown is like a walk through a museum, so this was still a hell of a day.

This is what Rome must have been like when Raphael was sneaking into the Sistine Chapel to look at Michelangelo's still-in-progress ceiling frescoes and crib ideas for his own work in the Vatican's Stanza della Segnatura.

What other city has ever produced such a feast for the eyes? What combination of genius, imagination, and money made it happen? And why in Chicago?

© Peter Rozovsky 2013