(This was a "puppet bike." The guy inside totally freaked me out. You could put money in the front in this little container, and he'd reach his hand through from inside to rake it in. Anyhow, these ladies were taking pictures on their phones...the guy stuck his head out and totally reamed them out. We get the heck out of there.)
We walked on Michigan Avenue, went to Tiffany's, ate dinner at Rosebud with a bottle of wine, then walked our way along Lake Shore Drive to Navy Pier.
We had never ridden the ferris wheel and it was sunset, so I begged and begged to go on it. So we did.
But then it started moving...painfully slow...and I remembered that I was afraid of heights. I've been on a ferris wheel before, but it's been a long time, and that one was a lot faster so you didn't hang in the air as long thinking about whether it would fall apart and you would crash to the ground. Romantic, isn't it? Needless to say, I was freaking out, holding on to my camera with white knuckles.