My Kind of Town
Taking a train to Chicago is the easiest, most fun way to go. This Stranger was headed in the same direction, chain-smoking at the station in Jackson, MI while we waited for the train to arrive.

Once there, we stretched our legs along Lakeshore Drive, and were privy to this beautiful, picture-perfect wedding...

We also wandered through a farmer's market that took up two entire city blocks, closing down the street. I've never seen a market so huge, and I know they're scattered throughout Chicago. It was exciting to see such variety from the vendors, but it made me miss the intimacy of the market with which I volunteer at home.
Once there, we stretched our legs along Lakeshore Drive, and were privy to this beautiful, picture-perfect wedding...
We also wandered through a farmer's market that took up two entire city blocks, closing down the street. I've never seen a market so huge, and I know they're scattered throughout Chicago. It was exciting to see such variety from the vendors, but it made me miss the intimacy of the market with which I volunteer at home.
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