So I was in Chicago last week for Printer's Row, the annual (and wonderful) book festival held in -- you guessed it -- Printer's Row, a neighborhood south of downtown once home to the city's publishing industry.

Though the logic now escapes me, I left my laptop at home and shot pix only with my iPhome. I mean, iPhoke. Damnit, it's iPhone. I can't make peace with that silly keyboard.

Anyway, the visual delights began on the shuttle, where fellow passengers had a much more adventurous sense of style than yours truly:

I've already posted pix from the aerial portion of the voyage (scroll) and the view from the cool hotel.

On Friday night in Chicago, at a fancy old-school club with a strict dress code, there was a fancy dinner:

And the next day the festival got into gear:

That night, everyone gathered for a party with food and drink and music and, apparently, fascinating emails.

As regular visitors to this blog already know, I'm a failure as a paparazzo so though I interviewed Justin Cronin, literary man of the moment, and I did get him to sign the galley of his wonderful book, "The Passage", I couldn't bring myself to get a photo.

I did, however, shoot a few pix of my trip to Wisconsin the next day, and that's where we'll reconvene tomorrow. America's Dairyland. Oh yum.