On Thursday we took a train to the Art Institute of Chicago. The younger ones behaved abominably and the structure of the art museum was like a Willy Wonka rat maze requiring you to go up to go down, etc., but the art collection was incredible.
|Thomas asked where we were going on the map, which was tricky to answer as it was the safety instructions.|
|Brigid said we were on a magic train.|
|Cecilia now wants to read The Picture of Dorian Gray.|