This is the blog of Mark Wordsworm, the travelling worm. I’m a 25-year-old bookmark and can proudly boast my own Hallmark serial number, 95 HBM 80-1. You’ll probably want to read all about me and my Travelling Companion (the TC).
Today’s travel notes
Me and the TC have just left Chicago,sometimes fondly called Chitown or the Windy City. It was a bit draughty at times, but this worm hails from Cape Town in South Africa. Chicago’s breezes pale in comparison to the infamous Cape South Easter.
In farewell to the beautiful city of Chicago, I’ll show you some scenes of the streets and pubs at dusk.
My impressions? Twinkling lights, glowing water, translucent sky.
The book I’m in
The Serbian Dane, by Leif Davidsen. Engaging characters, good story.
Have a drink and a pub meal at Monk’s Pub, corner of Lake and Wells, for great atmosphere and great beer. Eat the peanuts and throw the shells on the floor. The soft crunching underfoot adds to the atmosphere.
Me at Monk’s Pub, Lake Street in downtown Chicago:
As you can see in the above picture, the walls of the pub are lined with books. A haven for folk like me. What’s more, someone has cut the books in half. They must have used a circular saw. This is good for worms who want to finish a book in half the usual time.
The Chicago river at dusk:
A city with its name in lights:
The House of Blues:
Inside the House of Blues, the decor is richly beautiful:
Although the sound quality was not good (booming and warped) the singer created a great atmosphere:
That’s all for today, dudes.