I’ve always been in awe of America. As a child growing up in the Cotswolds, America seemed so far away. The glamour of LA, the craziness of New York, the cowboy-cool of the deep South. Fast forward a decade or two, and I’m now lucky enough to have been to America a few times chiefly because my husband’s best friend lives in New York. When he got married in St Louis a few months ago, we decided we would make a holiday of it – including a stopover on the way home.
Our research boiled down to a choice between Philadelphia or Chicago. Having spoken to a few people, we decided that Chicago sounded perfect. And it was.