Urban oasis

In the middle of the city, there are a few little refuges that I have discovered. And somehow slipping into the quiet but knowing I am still in the middle of things is extra cool.


About a block from where I work, in the shadow of the Sears Tower, I found a little park. Bunch of Adirondack chairs, some flowers and swanky lights. The lunch spot of choice. But since I tend to take my lunch extra late, it is even less crowded. Sure, there is a fair amount of tourists gawking at the tall buildings like they have never seen tall buildings before, but overall, a really nice place to breathe. I think it's all the green. And the chirping of Nextels is an oddly appropriate substitute for the crickets.

(mutant zucchini)

On Saturday, I actually made it to the Farmer's Market in LP. It smelled amazing with all the fresh produce, including herbs I don't know how to cook with. I browsed and sniffed my way through the tents. Meanwhile, all the designer dogs were pulling owners sipping their Venti Starbucks, many of whom also piloted $800 strollers and overdressed children. But still a nice little hideaway.
on iTunes: "Chicken Soup with Rice" - Carole King