tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128769923751653340.post-19080397508337136742007-08-13T09:36:00.000-06:002007-08-13T10:09:30.602-06:00When pioneers came across this place on a giant lake on their journey west, they smelled a smell, and they heard a word. The smell came from rotting wild onions. The word, spoken in the Potawatomi language, described that smell: "Chicago."<br /><br />In the 1880s, a French visitor claimed to be able to feel the smell of Chicago.<br /><br />Saturday evening, after a walk down Michigan Avenue, where we looked at and tried on the latest fashions, people-watched, felt the heat, and saw the entire region from the top of the John Hancock building, and before a giant Italian dinner with dear family friends, we felt the smell as well. Except, these days, the smell was more like chocolate.<br /><br />It is, in fact, chocolate. Chicago smells delicious.barrybrakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17778163052096094733noreply@blogger.com