When I walked over to
Pike Place Market and saw the iconic neon signs, I began to wonder if I had ever seen them when I lived here before, if my parents had ever taken us down to there. I'm guessing they did, but I guess at the age of nine my foodie sensibilities had not yet been sparked, so... In any case...
I started off by walking the Market: floor by floor, row by row, stall by stall. The smells of fresh bread baking, the scents of cinnamon and coffee roasting, the calls of the fishmongers, the buskers playing and singing... It was pretty amazing. I didn't really buy much when I was there, but I did scout out a couple of things, and, hopefully, I'll be able to make my down that mental list over the next two and a half days.
And, yes, I did stop into the first Starbucks. I didn't buy a cup of coffee, but I did stop in and take a picture of the
PLAQUE.