Shots from Chicago and a Few Hundred Bras

My whirlwind trip to see my daughter and middle granddaughter last weekend in Chicago was wonderfully exhausting. We did a bit of shopping and a lot of dining in addition to taking in a production of Les Misérables at the Cadillac Palace theatre in downtown Chicago.

I didn’t take many photos, but thought I’d share a few with you all.

The pizza was every bit as good as I’d hoped it would be. We ate at my son-in-law’s favorite pizza place, Giordano’s, and since he wasn’t there we had to send him “take that!” photos of our meal.

We used Uber to get from our hotel out by Midway to the theatre downtown. Chicago is so beautiful.

I wanted to get a picture of the theatre’s exterior, but it was a really cold afternoon, and I’m a wimp, so the inside is all you’re getting!

That’s my lovely daughter, Ashley, on the right and granddaughter, McKayla beside me.

My awful attempt at a selfie, above. Thank goodness McKayla’s pretty face balances out my smirk.

The production of Les Misérables was wonderful. I sobbed at the end. Partly because my butt was tired and I hadn’t slept at all the night before, but mostly because I was so moved by the performance.

Below is a totally irrelevant photo of bras decorating a bridge between Blountstown, Florida, and Bristol, Florida. I didn’t stop to count these pieces of lingerie, but they went on and on and on, spanning the length of a very long bridge. Impressive show of support….

Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

10 thoughts on “Shots from Chicago and a Few Hundred Bras”

  1. Chicago. That toddlin’ town. Did ya get tipsy. Was the deep dish pizza spinach? Did ya go to Oak Street, Rush Street, Streeterville? You look the pretty playgoer in your red. Did you flirt in hotel bars? Are you coming back soon? That plays about some frenchie criminal and cop, right? And it was cold as witches lingerie, right?

    Regards,
    Mag Mile
    Cheddar Curtain. Wisc.

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  2. Good grief, that pizza. I know Chicagoans are fighting proud of the deep dish, but that’s just too deep for moi. Great pics, Leslie. I can’t help but notice the coats people are wearing on the street because Linda has been putting off a trip to see her own daughter there. All summer long I kept saying, “go before it gets too cold there!” – Marty

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    1. I love Chicago-style pizza! The crust is so indescribably good. But I’m also a fan of NY style pizza. Any pizza works for me! It was nippy there, and I almost didn’t take a jacket. That would’ve been a disaster.

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