This is Buckingham Fountain. It was built to honour Charles Buckingham who was a well-to-do businessman and tremendous art collector in Chicago.
I've just written a scene around this fountain.
Joyce tells the history in improvisational glory. Her son Brady mimes good old Charles Buckingham. The tour group listens but is more distracted by wedding photography going on. On cue the fountain erupts into a dance. Lyric of the lake as they use to say.
Meanwhile our parking lot guy is below the fountain checking out the knobs and valves that control the show. This will play later in the film of course. Where there is a great fire...a great fountain can be useful.
p.s. photo credit to myself on my one trip to Chicago and in which my fleeting memory of this park is the sole inspiration for this film
