Saturday, November 26, 2005
It is two days I am in Chicago. Today in Art Institute of Chicago, seeing one of my favorite paintings, Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte, was a total surprise for me.
Chicago in many ways is like New York—much cleaner (which is nice,) but more racially segregated (which is unpleasent.) At the first few hours after leaving the airport I found it difficult to adjust myself to the weather (I think I am now officially "addicted" to living in California.) But after the first few hours I began to enjoy the snow again. Today, walking around in downtown Chicago and feeling the cold breeze on my face took me back to the winters of Tehran and the joy of aimless wandering in the crowded streets.
- Photos are my own, taken this afternoon.