Carol and I met up with my sister and my brother and his wife in Seattle. We arrived on Friday, the 27th and left to travel down the west coast to San Francisco on Monday, the 30th.
Here we are.
The Seattle sky-line from the ferry to Bainbridge Island
My sister-in-law and I with the Seattle sky-line in the background.
One of the more colourful passengers on the ferry.
Carol and I in the lobby of our hotel in Seattle.
We spent the better part of Sunday at the Pike Place Market. This the market where they throw the fish.
Checking out the fish for sale.
Great little bakery at the market.
There was a flower booth in the market with the most amazing, colourful flowers for sales. $5 each. Can’t believe how inexpensive they were.
Mozaic public washrooms.
Someone’s feathered friend.
Looking down from above.
The very first Starbuck’s.
Strumming the banjo in front of Starbuck’s.
Getting ready to peddle her wares.
A mirror image.
My brother, sister with a fellow market-goer.
One of the peddlers.
Aprons for sale.
Just another summer Sunday morning.
Street corner musician.
Cup of coffee, anyone??
Accordian player in the alley.
All in all, it was a very scary place.
That is enough of the market. Chapter Two will show what we encountered as we headed down the coast.