Taking Lower Wacker is something insiders do. It’s efficient but vaguely creepy, too. The subterranean atmosphere, weird light, and ancient metal and grime offer a sharp rebuke to the picturesque sights spinning past on the surface streets and the Drive.
A blessed escape from tyranny of the grid, the old-time oddness of Lower Wacker is enveloping, smattered with the ghosts of storied fatalities.
This entry post-dated to the photography.
