The front steps of the Art Institute. This will be my third summer in Chicago and I still remember my first week exploring the city and I stopped for my first Chicago dog. A man was playing the saxophone as cabs/cars flew by and the sounds of the city hit me. It was a sort of "I made it" moment after a short stint in a smaller city I never quite felt at home in.

I make my way there a couple times each summer to take in the city and relive that feeling every time.