A few weekends ago my friend Vessie was in town.

We spent a lovely Saturday meandering about Chicago with our cameras, stopping for tea, and feasting on Mexican food.

Weddings were afoot!

Hello wedding party! Do you mind that we’re shamelessly and obviously taking pictures of you?

Look, another wedding party! Wow. Love is exploding all over this city.

(photo by Vessie)

The day was hazy and warm–it was the beginning of the end of a cold spring and the beginning of the beginning of a hot summer.

Did that make any sense?

Consider that question rhetorical–in fact, I’ve ceased to associate ‘blogging’ with ‘making sense.’ The two just don’t always go together.

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See what I mean?

Anyway, enjoy these shots of a city that 2 years ago I was open to liking, 1 year ago I really liked, and now . . .

. . . I love.

I don’t want to leave.

Excuse me while I go get emotional about missing a city I haven’t left yet and won’t be leaving anyway for at least another 3-4 years.

It’s called ‘pre-nostalgia nostalgia’ and I’ve been known to engage in it from time to time.

(Photo by Vessie)