I'm guessing I doubled or tripled my lifetime "driving over the Mississippi" tally.
Saw the art museum, which is worth a visit, particularly for all the Asian art they have out, including some rooms that give you a sense of what the architecture ends up feeling like on the inside.
Yes, it was colder than Chicago. It's about 400 miles northwest of here, so that figures.
I didn't see any really bad parts of town. I like the alliteration of "mean streets of Minneapolis," but I kept finding nice streets. Which I think goes along with the typical Chicagoan impression that Minneapolis is a more wholesome.
The Mississipi starts as a trickle
Flowing out of Lake Itasca.
But it's already at St. Paul.
So how is that, I ask ya?
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