This is the chandelier at the main entrance. I just like the ceiling, so I decided to take a few shots. Then I realized it was pretty, despite what I thought. So, after we walked around, got our ears blasted by a wedding reception on the lower floor we came and sat down on a bench, because Sherry, knowing I'm pretty old, knew I needed the rest. So I took another picture of the ceiling, but this time, I had art in mind.
Pretty lil thing, ain't it. I've always found that looking up is as good as looking down, but looking up I tend to trip over my feet more often. Just proves that gravity sucks.
Ok.. here's another shot of the Centennial. this was a display of quotable things and art and sayings and stuff like that. It was neat, but not as neat as just walking round, looking at all the little animals that come to see the place. Geeks, I tell you! Geeks!
We ate at the Harvey House Diner, inside of Union Station. Here's Sherry at the counter, waiting for me to get my butt over there and sit down so we could order. We was HUNGRY.
The Harvey House is a representation of the diner as it appeared in the 40's. It had bunches and bunches of my favorite thing.. pies! I would have bought an apple pie, or a slice, anyway, but we were stuffed after our lunch!
I just have this thing for
clocks. Here's more detail of the one at the Harvey house.
It was a Faux period, cuz I doubt they had Neon.