The Magnificent Mile is thronged with wayfarers who spill into the lobby of Water Tower Place. Modern pilgrims, their paths combine and recombine, creating the essence of this Saturday.
Some are here seeking respite, a new pair of socks, their first encounter with a revolving door. Tourists ogle the architecture, the balls of water popping up between the escalators. A mother hefts her son aloft with a teamster’s aplomb. A din rises, mainly from the excited voices of women.
Patient, the generations wait, their loved ones absent on a quest that leaves them estranged. Tissue rustles in shopping bags.
Janet says
You’ve taken away the little “heart” that can be clicked to let you know we like your post. You have a way with words.
Celia says
Thank you, Janet. I’m afraid I have yet to activate some of the features of my blog since moving it . . . stay tuned.
I also have a terrible backlog of wonderful pictures with half-written texts–so many lovelies. It would be heaven to be a prolific writer!
Cheers,
CHC
harley says
Yes, Water Tower Place is one busy, busy shopping mall on a pleasant Saturday……..Generally good people-watching too.
Celia says
The mall is on a comeback after reaching a nadir a few years ago. I believe the addition of Henri Bendel’s has made a crucial difference. 🙂