A hot drink along lake Michigan

Monday morning in Chicago on the softest bed ever I woke without the alarm at 5:30. After 20 minutes on the elliptical and a nice shower, I was packed and ready to go. So I wandered across the street to get a good cup of coffee (hotel coffee had a strange sour note) where a rude barista lost my business. Not to worry, I thought, this place is loaded with cafes and about a block away and around the corner I found Lavazza. They were blasting "cornflake girl" which faded to a Beatles song as I ordered a double espresso for here and sat and sipped while a small contingent of French business people added and international feel. This was the best moment of the entire trip, watching brothers and sisters out the window with the din and the aromas of the cafe, I felt like a true passenger on the planet earth.