Descriptive Essay Chicago

St. Louis is the most beautiful city I’ve seen.In town we went to a bar for lunch.It had a bunch of wierd named things.We were going to eat outside but it started to sprinkle.Inside of the bar there was a football game going on.The tables were a nice shiny dark marble.They were higher with tall stools.

Above is my timeline that I was a part of with Ashley Bowden and we decided to do the Chicago area. I was able to talk her into doing Chicago for my love of big cities and architecture. Even as a little kid, I had a love of riding and now driving through the city looking at the massive skyscrapers and the beautiful skyline that Chicago has to offer. Chicago has an interesting story to tell and a big part of that story takes place with the Chicago Fire of 1871. After the Chicago Fire the city needed to rebuild. The land was transformed from early times of farming land to what is now the third biggest city in the United States.

The clouds blocked the beaming sun from reaching the inside of the cornucopia in which my cousins all smiled and posed. Some of them were kneeling, others standing behind them. All of them seemed to be having a good time together. Then there was little me in the background wearing my pink summer dress with my little red, yellow and blue backpack dangling from my shoulders. I stood with my arms folded in front of me; a glare beamed from my face in the direction of the camera. My sassy attitude seems to have no affect on my cousins. It was the day of our annual family trip to Chicago. A day filled with family fun, Garrett's popcorn, and walks through Chicago’s many parks. These family-fun packed trips have dwindled from being anual to being non-existent as everyone grew up.

A few hours earlier I had no idea what I was going to be doing with my afternoon. My family and I sat in the car talking, while my mom drove down the freeway. We started to drive into the city, big sky scrapers surrounded us. My mom exited the freeway and headed downtown. I’d only been in Chicago once before, and it had been for a short hour. We drove around until we found a parking garage. I hopped out of the car, stretching my legs. If you have ever been in an underground parking garage you know their cool and can smell pretty awful. Then we headed out to explore.

As massive as Chicago is, opportunity is frequent. But as massive as Chicago is, nothing can be perfect. Carl Sandburg’s “Chicago” helps one reading the poem understand what living in a big city like Chicago is like, equally exciting as frightening. “Chicago” is a poem that captures what the legendary city stands for, a polarizing residence that embodies what makes society both incredible and disappointing. Take the line “They tell me you are wicked and I believe them, for I have seen your painted women under the gas lamps luring the farm boys.”

In the poem “Chicago” I liked the line that goes as follows, “Come and show me another city with lifted head singing so proud to be alive and coarse and strong and cunning” This line makes the poem change perspectives. As the reader I felt as if he was going to bash the bad things that happen in such a large city. The writer is talking about violence, and poverty in the beginning. Then with this line he shows that he knows about all of this. He is not blind in thinking his city is without faults. To me the speaker sees that there are bad things about the city; he knows of the poverty and violence. He goes on to say that he is proud of his city, he has people sneer at him for loving his city but he stands his ground. He loves his city for all

The speaker sees the bad in the city, of course but he see the good that someone else may not see. He is daring the people who criticize Chicago to find another city that is as lively and full of personality. “Come and show me another city with lifted head singing so proud to be alive and coarse and strong and cunning. Flinging magnetic curses amid the toil of piling job on job, here is a tall bold slugger set vivid against the little soft cities; Fierce as a dog with tongue lapping for action, cunning as a savage pitted against the

A traveler also frames their understanding of ‘authentic’ blues by seeking out opportunities to immerse themselves in a reality that is indicative of what a ‘true Chicagoan’ would participate in by attempting to understand the local and cultural norms of the people and the space. In other words, they are searching for an experience. On the other hand, the tourist acts as an observer, pursuing the “must see attractions” and what has accompanied the place branding of the city, typically provided by its government. Additionally, the tourist stays in the sanitized spaces, cleansed enough for city-outsiders to witness blues culture safely who will also share stories with other tourists and vetted cultural inhabitants that represent the city in a positive

Chicago is one of the largest city in the United states. Every tourist that comes to the United States usually goes to Chicago. I had the luxury to go to Chicago over the summer. It was one of a lifetime experience. In Chicago, I did a lot things, but three main things that stood out to me is when we went to the Willis tower, the Chicago boat tour and the amazing food we ate

Landscape-You should move to New York City! New York has hundreds of modern skyscrapers! But there is more than just the beauty of this place, for why you should live in New York City. There are great houses you can buy and apartments you can find to rent. There are some of the most famous restaurants in New York and thousands of them, so your taste buds would never get bored. The entertainment in New York is never ending since they have the most theaters in the world. The transport system in New York is amazing and the subways run 24/7 meaning wherever, whenever you need to get somewhere, there is always a way to get around. New York is one such a convenient city, whatever you want or where ever you want to go, New York City has it all.

Being in the city can be like walking into a dream and when you're there you don't waste any time. You stay out until 2 A.M. and wake up at 6 A.M. to do it all over again, because you need as much time in your city as humanly possible. The bright lights on the street stay on all night until the next morning and so can you and that's why you love it. The police officers will tell you the perfect place to get a slice of pizza and they'll take a picture with you if you ask them nicely enough. You can get Chinese food at any time and eat an amazing bagel for dessert. Buying an apartment that costs more than what some people make in a lifetime sounds ridiculous but it's worth it just to spend a lifetime in the city. You'd rather live under a bridge in the city than in a huge house in the suburbs. Just the thought of living in the burbs is heartbreaking, because it's so far from where you

Her hair curls off her bright face in tight ringlets like little bundles of joy, accentuating her young enthusiastic face. Her clothes hang off her tiny frame like a potato sack on a twig. Her smile stretches from cheek to cheek, wrinkling her pale forehead and forming small fragile dimples on her rosy cheeks. Her skin is as pale as chalk, accept for her cheeks which go a deep shade of fuschia when she’s excited. She’s like a china doll, all fragile and small with her tiny dresses on. She has thin pink lips with a scar on the lower right corner of her bottom lip. She has little stubby arms and legs which make it hard for her to function normally, as her torso is too big for the rest of her body so she falls over a lot. It's hilariously sad, but she’s a trooper so she gets right back up, brushes herself off and gets on with life. I feel that we could all learn a lot from her.

The three of us head back to the motel. We ask if we need to drop Bella off at her house. She responds with a quick, harsh no. I have the feeling she isn’t telling us something… We race to the room and I get there first. I laugh in Justin’s face as he pulls out the couch. We don’t go to bed immediately. We stay up talking.

    I stood at the outskirts of San Jose, California. The night sky was showing with glittering stars, shining the cosmos. The wind as cold as ice with the howling sound of wolves in the background. It was almost pretty peaceful and quiet except for the sounds of nature. My friends and I were camping by a campfire sharing scary stories. Our parents were gone to refill gas and get more food.

Heavy traffic, blaring sirens, and stress linger in the atmosphere of my hometown Houston. Before coming to Albion, Houston was all I knew about the city. The word city, can be defined as an abundance of things yet, as “Love Where You Live” stated in, “great cities you sense a spirit of generosity visible in small gestures and the large, and it is these that can make ordinary places extraordinary even if they are down heel”(16), yet my hometown seemed to fit the description in a peculiar manner. I lived in Houston for the majority of my life, but I cannot say that I sense a link between it and myself. Setting foot into Albion is the complete opposite. Albion drew me in with its peaceful vibes and welcoming faces. Every time I step outside I am in awe of the greenery surrounding me; whenever I take a walk and run into a stream I am baffled at the fact that the water is so clear that I can see the bottom, that I can hear the chirrup of crickets in the grass.