There’s something instantly comforting about Madison. Maybe it’s the two lakes surrounding downtown, the easy pace of life, or the strong sense of community you feel almost immediately. Madison isn’t a city that overwhelms you; it quietly invites you in.
It has been a few years since I visited, and I’ve been meaning to write a little something about Madison ever since. Better late than never, right?
A little intro
Back in my college days at the University of Oklahoma, I met a lovely American family: Professor Ed Klehr, his wife Judy and their six daughters, including Tina and Mary, whom I had first met at an exchange student camp a few years earlier.
The Klehrs had a Sunday tradition: an early morning bike ride, followed by breakfast and long conversations around their large kitchen table. Anyone was welcome to join. Some faces returned week after week, others appeared just once. It was an easy place to meet new people.
Biking was not your average Sunday morning activity in the Sooner State back then. It was very much a drive-my-car and go-to-church kind of place, and I wouldn’t be surprised if it still is.
In fact, the Klehrs were unusual in other ways, too. They rarely used a car, but walked or biked. Their Christmas tree held real candles – with actual flames – something that would have terrified many, if not most, Americans. They didn’t use air conditioning, and were environmentally conscious long before it became mainstream.
They weren’t originally Okies, this family. They were from Madison.
Which, in hindsight, explains quite a lot.
Year-round biking in Madison; can’t let the weather stop you. Feels like home.
A few years later, they moved back north. I had been meaning to visit, but somehow life kept intervening. Truth be told, I hadn’t spent much time in the USA at all after college. There were simply too many other places in the world calling for attention. So much of the world to explore.
But eventually, one late autumn day in 2019, I landed at Dane County Regional Airport. Here are a few notes I scribbled then.
In the airport gift shop is everything cheese-themed.
Yup, I’m definitely in Wisconsin
Madison: first impressions
Madison immediately feels like a cosy, vibrant, liberal college town – liberal in the American sense, that is. In European countries, the term liberal most often refers to economic liberalism and leans politically right. In the USA, it usually signals social liberalism and progressive attitudes.
“OK, Tina,” I say. “Show me your city!”
It is October, and the weather can’t seem to decide which season it wants to be. Autumn? Winter? A bit of both?
Autumn foliage and snow. Which is it, Wisconsin?
Wisconsin State Capitol
We begin at the State Capitol, the architectural centrepiece – and masterpiece – of Madison.
The Capitol is at the very heart of the city, and everything seems oriented around it. Built of white granite, with a massive dome on top, it dominates the skyline without feeling too imposing.
Inside, it is also quite impressive. Marble columns rise toward painted ceilings, intricate mosaics glow under soft lights, and murals tell stories of the state’s heritage and craftsmanship.
It feels both grand and accessible – a public building that genuinely belongs to the people.
The posters mention Trump and BadgerCare – definitely a political buzz in the air here, at both national and local levels.
“Let’s check out the observation deck,” Tina suggests. “Best views in town.”
She is not exaggerating.
From the top, Madison suddenly makes sense. The city sits on a narrow isthmus between two lakes, Mendota and Monona, with water stretching out on both sides of downtown. Bike paths trace the shoreline, neighbourhoods fold out in neat patterns, and in the distance the university campus defines the western skyline.
“Let’s head that way,” I say, gesturing ahead. There’s just something about universities, isn’t there? The energy in the air, the curiosity and the sense of possibility.
Sadly, I’m not in Madison over a weekend. Every Saturday, the Capitol Square hosts a farmers’ market that transforms the area into a celebration of local life: music, conversation, flowers, fresh produce, baked goods, and, of course, cheese – enormous quantities of Wisconsin cheese.
Next time.
State Street
Instead, we wander down State Street, the pedestrian-friendly avenue connecting downtown with the university campus.
If the Capitol is Madison’s heart, State Street is its personality. It feels like it’s made for strolling, this street. Independent bookstores sit beside vintage clothing shops and record stores that somehow still thrive. Art supply shops, quirky gift stores, and boutiques filled with locally made goods line the sidewalks. Quite a few of them proudly celebrate Wisconsin’s favourite dairy product.
$8.25 – Norwegian goat cheese at Norwegian prices.
The scent constantly changes: fresh pastries from a bakery, then coffee, then pizza from one of the counters that stays open late. A bubble tea shop hums with students coming and going. Cafés spill onto the pavement; tables are filled with laptops, notebooks and serious-looking reading sessions that somehow still feel relaxed. Madison is unmistakably a coffee culture city.
Street musicians play on corners, performers draw small crowds, and the whole street feels lived-in rather than curated. Authentic rather than designed for tourists.
University of Wisconsin at Madison
Like many great college towns, Madison’s identity is inseparable from its campus. Students, professors, locals, visitors – we all share the same spaces, creating an atmosphere that feels open and inclusive.
We walk along tree-lined paths toward Memorial Union Terrace, one of Madison’s favourite gathering spots. It’s quite on this rainy/snowy autumn/winter day, so I take a picture of a picture on the wall here, showing livelier times along Lake Mendota on warmer days.
Sunset here, I hear, is not merely an attraction; it is a ritual.
Somewhere along the wanderings, I come to realise I no longer feel like a visitor. Madison has that effect. You slip into everyday life almost without noticing. I kinda feel at home here. You can’t say that about every city
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