Trekking with my family through the rainy streets of downtown Chicago, I catch just a glimmer of glamour. The drenched carvings on the side of the Wrigley building, the amazing amount of fedoras that seem to appear at any sign of precipitation, and just the energy of the city itself. Unlike New York, Chicago is a lazy kind of city. It sits back with a cigarette on fire-engine red painted lips and smirks at all those who don't have time for a drag.
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