We use the light rail, Link, to go into the city, and in the city there are places to explore. So that's what we did.
From the Westlake Center Link station we walked downhill to the Pike Place Market. We signed in at Lowell's restaurant in The Market and then browsed the produce while we waited ten minutes for our table.
See that pretty green cauliflower/broccoli vege above the asparagus? We chatted with a vendor about it. It's Romanesco broccoli, and I have seen it often in farmer's markets but never tried it. On our way back to the Link much later in the day we stopped and bought one. I think I will roast it.
Our table at Lowell's had a peek-a-boo view of the market below. Since the fog wasn't clearing, it was OK to not have a view of the sound.
Tom had Hangtown fry, a scramble with bacon and oysters.
I like some seafood, but not oysters much. I prefer my bacon and eggs plain, with french toast.
After a leisurely brunch we studied all that the market had to offer.
These are greenhouse grown tulips.
The other flower venders offered dried bouquets.
There were a surprising number of people out and about. Here they had a view of the viaduct.
This woodworker turned cigar box guitar maker was featured in that morning's Sunday newspaper. We had a fun chat with him. We enjoy taking the time to talk to vendors when they are not too busy. We have several good chats along the way.
One of the market pigs.
Fog, ferris wheel, and ferry boat.
And the empty viaduct, streaked with paint from partiers the night it closed for good.
More produce vendors.
We don't seem to be getting crab in the grocery stores, and it is expensive here in the market.
We left the Market and walked down lots of steps to the waterfront below. The carousel was looking and sounding great.
Winter plants were lovely at the Argosy tour boat pier.
Here you see the viaduct on the left. When it is gone there will be a dramatic change here at the waterfront.
We stopped by Ivar's pier to see the scene: fire boat, ferries, and seagulls begging for handouts.
Ivar Haglund is a legend in Seattle. Feeding Ivar's french fries to the gulls is a tradition.
Seattle is a city of skyscrapers and cranes now.
The Great Wheel.
We walked back up a bunch of steps and then found an elevator to rescue us and get us the rest of the way back up to The Market, where we stopped in at a treasure of a place, the rooftop garden that is part of the Market Senior Center.
Across the street from the Market you can find lower prices from the vendors. Since $10.99 was better than $13.99, we bought one two pound crab to share for dinner when we got back home.
And then, to top off our Seattle Day, we stopped in at the Pike Street Starbucks, where we cashed in reward points for two coffees. The brownies were on us.
We arrived back home a little before 4:00, tired but happy with our adventure.
From vendors in The Market I bought a little dish to set by the kitchen sink to hold my ring when I want to spare it from messy hands,
and this long sleeved tee with NW Native hummingbird design.
No matter what I have tried, this photo insists on going sideways. Fortunately our crab dinner did not actually slide off the plate.