I know that America doesn’t have the exclusive rights to either Legos or Santa, but something about the combination of elements, and their location in the entrance of a swanky American shopping mall (the shops at North Bridge on Michigan Avenue, which I walk past every day on my way to work) makes me want to stand and sing with my hand over my heart.
Meanwhile, French Christmas decor has always felt sort of contemporary art installation-ish to me.
That’s all I got! Oh, and I’m sitting here in the Tribune Tower at 5:30pm CST on Friday evening and it’s so quiet that I can hear the Salvation Army guy playing Star of Wonder on his trumpet down on the street. That’s nice. But don’t worry I’m out the door in ten minutes to have cocktails wearing a crazy feathered hat (social experiment), and then I’m headed in the direction of family tomorrow (umm, different kind of social experiment!)