Pike Place Market, seven a.m.
I bought some excellent Mt. Rainier Fireweed honey at the market.
These scallops were about as fresh as they can get. Note the Dungeness Crabs in the background.
Downtown Seattle is very quiet to a New Yorker, even one who lives in a relatively quiet part of Manhattan. One lively spot is the Pike Place Market. The market was a five-block walk from my hotel, and I went there nearly every day. I bought fresh fruit, chocolate-covered cherries, and honey. I didn't get any fish, but they looked amazingly fresh. I also had breakfast nearly every day at the Soundview Cafe after an awful meal at the hotel restaurant (hints to Red Lion: rancid OJ is not "fresh squeezed," melons aren't "fresh seasonal fruits" in mid-February, and, please, don't play Kenny G at an ear-splitting volume, or any volume, at 7 a.m.).
And, I forgot to say this yesterday, HAPPY BIRTHDAY JENNIFER AND ELIZABETH!!!
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