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The food, it must be said, probably would not have tasted as good if it were not free, but a lot of it was served on sticks, which is never a bad thing, and there were Vienna hot dogs for actual sustenance. (“I went into the hot dog line and there were no hot dogs,” mumbled a man in a well-cut suit, possibly driven into a fugue state by hunger. “I gotta get a hot dog.”) The people-watching was the best I’ve seen since last spring when I somehow found myself in the lobby of the Palmer House during a high school prom, though at Vernissage there were a lot more pairs of eyeglasses (some of those, too, were works of art) and a few people who were no longer in possession of their original faces.

But the art. The other art, I mean, that you can still see once you schlep out to Navy Pier.

  • Sandro Miller

There is a bench in front of the wall where they’ve been installed. You can sit and look at them for a very long time.