I arrived in Chicago during summer. My friend and I drove all of my furniture across state lines with a rental and a good array of songs blasting from the truck speakers. “Let’s go through the Loop—,” I said once we got into downtown. Driving on Michigan Avenue during the warmer months was like having front-row tickets to the latest fashion shows. Colors popped and blended together on skirts, shirts, and dress-suits alike. Men and women flaunted their good looks and better fashion senses all while enjoying their favorite lattes from the multitude of coffee shops lining the Magnificent Mile. Everyone was on the move. Nobody stood still for longer than a few seconds at a time—, either to take pictures or hail a taxicab. There were too many places to go and get lost in. So many shops and sights and side-streets—, one didn’t know where they should go first.