Everybody goes Christmas shopping. First, we went to the Christkindlmarket on Daley Plaza.
CVH got a Nepalese hat. Made in Nepal.
It was a little cool, of course, and some pigeons hung out around the war dead memorial flame.
We enjoyed some fresh German donuts. Any tourist hoping to see the Picasso might have been disappointed, though, as the market surrounds the sculpture. The Picasso was the big thing when I was a kid, but now everyone goes to Cloud Gate (The Bean). Sic transit gloria.
We had a wonderful Thanksgiving dinner downtown at the Godfrey’s rooftop lounge.
Mama had a good time, too.
Friday after Thanksgiving it was back downtown to see the official Chicago tree in the park. There were herds of people. We went to Marshall Field’s and were able to get into the Walnut Room and have the famous chicken pot pie.
Dinner at the Walnut Room by the big Christmas tree: check off another Chicago tradition.
