Chicago So, might as well say right away, it's zero. We had often told me (except the people who come from there), but I wanted to see for myself. So here, one more voice added to the anti-Chicago mine. I think the worst is people. In the morning, the Chicagoan take his car (a big SUV, of course) which he does really think that the horn (which he increases the noise level, since at his age he can not play decently is pissing the furthest), to terrorize pedestrians before being terrorized by his boss (or for a rewarding day of shopping for the lucky (his)). I can not really say what happens in his office, but what is certain is that when it comes out, that weapon of his haughty, sunglasses over his eyes screwed boredom of dull, to run quickly in a conditioned fear of getting burned by the sun. It will benefit to empty everything he can on the highway. The evening before returning home, he will run an hour or two to avoid at all costs to reflect, and retain its beauty capital (money and the body are so only two ways to measure the value of a person in the U.S.). Then he'll eat junk food in front of his giant TV screen, moving away from bars without souls, and also protecting from social life. I swear I'm exaggerating a penalty, and we feel this state of mind was all day long. Moreover, people of Illinois are called by the people of Wisconsin the FIBS or Fucking Illinois Bastards . Cute, right?
It must be said that the city has little to offer. Culture? The city gave birth to Harley Davidson at McDonalds and Playboy, and the pizza was thick paste .. Class ... Art? Nor Fort Town: Art, including modern or underground, is often a derivative kind of pornography. Here's a great evidence of how people are taken for fools, is right or not. Entertainment? Shows some vague derivative Broadway, very few concert halls. By cons, baseball stadiums are always full ... Nightlife? Very disappointing too: few bars outgoing batches, often expensive and deserted. What is he So what? 
architecture remains, and this is clearly the highlight of Chicago (hence the pictures of this post, which clearly have nothing to do with the text). After the great fire of 1871 which ravaged the city, it was necessary to rebuild. And the fire is pretty good fall, it was discovered shortly after the benefits of steel framing, which would revolutionize the construction industry. Since then, the city remained a flagship location of buildings a little crazy, competing more or less open with New York. Bulk: Union Station (which film buffs should appreciate inside ) Sears Tower for 30 years the tallest building in the world with its 442 meters, the cute El Train, metro air built for the Universal Exhibition, and the whimsical Public Library ; Manhattan Building, the oldest building steel structure (1890), a strange penitentiary, the Flemish red Calder; banks, still pompous, the Rookery Building cute al 'interior as al' outside ; Marquette Building , named after the famous explorer; First National Bank (the curvature is not due to wide angle, the building is concave); works of art chelou , whose fans will find the carefree artist (c'mon, even a packet of Cahuet to win!) 
the concert hall cracking, my heart blow to reflections crazy ; of the twenty-first century buildings architects relatively austere ; The Wrigley Building, the architect Jester said that the place would also famous as the Concorde ; Tribune Tower the name of the newspaper (I always look for the girl that I photograph in the photo), a water tower tearing; a mall no less impressive, with a staircase super-cool ; John Hancock Building Observatory , massive but impressive, from its height of 344 m small (who does not clear the 3rd tallest building in the world, as affirms the infamous Backpacker . Sailing Sailing was a long read, not interesting, but it allows me to place my photos (I remind you this blog is anything but altruistic). The pictures are not beautiful (the time there really was not), but you can see the happiness in person and the softness of an evening. But I digress ...
That, in short I was very disappointed by this city. The Backpacker in vain to do what he can and get excited about little things, nothing helped. Chicago remained sad for me, gray, soulless. It's not for nothing that the nickname "Windy City" (in fact, historically, it is because politicians brewed air by announcing so rave Universal Exposition celebrating the Quadricentennial Discovery of the Americas by Columbus, and has finally been opened only a year late ...) But Chicago has its history, and during Prohibition, it was probably the class! But no, that time is long gone. I still find my paradise: windswept, people of fireflies and some nice couples, who presses back to the riders to enjoy the Lake Michigan as big as an ocean, and city in the distance sinking into the night. Paradise is everywhere around us. But Chicago has , we must seek it. 
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