I’m back from France, feeling lousy from a cold, jet lag and the inevitable disappointment of real life. Just as I was contemplating my escape to a life in Paris (step one: learn French), I rode my bike home along the Lakefront Trail in the crisp autumn air and remembered why I love Chicago.
It’s good to be home. More coherent ramblings to follow.
P.S. For anyone interested, I’m posting a lot of France photos on my other blog, Dream Camera.