Essay On Millennium Park In Chicago

One of my favorite moments of my childhood was the day I spent with my parents late summer last year in downtown Chicago. It was a Saturday, and we had resolved to make a whole day out of enjoying the best of what downtown Chicago we had to offer. As we lived in Lincoln Park, we took the Fullerton Brown Line train down to the major Clark and Lake train station, getting out to experience the chilly air of Chicago. We had our thick coats and scarves to stave off the stiff wind, and we were overwhelmed by all the tall buildings surrounding us. The air smelled clear, but sometimes the food from restaurants we'd pass - hot dogs, gyros, pizzas - would catch in my nostrils and I would grow hungry.
Walking over to Michigan Ave, we made it to Millennium Park - a beautiful area full of tourists and locals like surrounding the Bean, a huge, round metal structure that makes you look distorted when you face it. Taking pictures around it, I saw people of all walks of life flocking to the Bean, music from a folk band playing in the huge Pritzker Pavilion that lay just further in from the park. Next to the Bean is a shallow pool with a large column in front of it, video screens on its face showing various people's faces. Occasionally, their lips would open, and a stream of water would come out; we'd laugh trying to take a picture of it, since we always missed it. Looking over the Pavilion, we could just barely make out Lake Michigan, bold and blue in its calmness; it reminded me of the beauty that is Chicago. We spent another hour or two there, but I'll never forget the pictures we took of ourselves in the reflection of the Bean - they were amazing, and I also saw other people, from all locations and walks of life, enjoying it too, showing me just how universally appealing this city can be.