Walking into the Chicago Art Institute was like walking into a textbook. The sheer number of iconic paintings was dizzying. Unfortunately, we left without seeing the photography exhibit, the new media exhibit or Native American art, which I will save for future visits. The Impressionist exhibit alone was life altering. As I said in Facebook, “Art was pouring out of my eyes” when we left the gallery. Chicago has a lot of character. It will take me many visits to feel like I know what this city is about.