USA // Chicago's art museum has the kind of celebrity-heavy collection that draws gasps from patrons. Wander the endless marble corridors and Grant Wood's American Gothic appears (his sister and dentist were the models). Around the corner hangs Edward Hopper's lonely Nighthawks. Further on, Georges Seurat's big, dotted Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte tricks your eyes. Then come Monet's Stacks of Wheat, Van Gogh's The Bedroom, Picasso's The Old Guitarist - the big-name roster goes on. The collection of impressionist and postimpressionist paintings is second only to those in France, and the number of surrealist works is mighty. Scads of spooky images by Salvador Dalí and René Magritte fill the Modern Wing, ready to haunt your dreams. But wait: we haven't even reached the odd bits and bobs, like the galleries stuffed with Japanese prints, Grecian urns and suits of armour. The basement holds rooms of miniatures - haven't you always wanted to see a tiny French boudoir circa 1740? - and 800 bejewelled glass paperweights. Sculptures and architectural relics stud the outdoor gardens.