Chicago is the city of Blues, I always wanted to go there for this reason. We had no time for that ! And I don’t regret it, so many great evenings !

The Bean (the cloud gate, but no cloud today…) is the new symbol of the city, so we met there, Viorel, my friend from university.

We prepared a picnic waiting for the daily concert with Viorel’s wife, Olga and her sister. The atmosphere was like at a festival.

It’s the first time after several months that I feel like at home: to have a drink with a large group of friends (6-7 all the time, once we could have been 9), all our friends !

I liked the free festival, swimming in the lake at 15 minutes walking, tennis playing for free at a 10 minutes walking, Andrei’s terrace, entrepreneurial culture, jazz …

The water house in Chicago, used as a water tower. It was the only building which survived the fire of 1872, which was caused by the so polluted water: all the junk started to burn…

The old city hall of Toronto, it was build around 1900

When you take the elevator from your home, either you go to 8th floor to get your car, or to –1 to get your boat.

The train station is spectacular, is like the tomb of Hammurabi

We arrive late in the night in Chicago. At the entrance of the metro, the clerk gets out of her kiosk, and asks question where we live, what we want to visit, in order to offer the most economical metro plan … yeah, the best is to buy two tickets. I ask her to pass through the door with my big suitcase. Yeah, sure, pass, don’t scan the ticket, nobody sees you. Quite a welcome in the city of gangsters !