To that end we took the light rail – sound transit, indeed! – which has frequent, convenient, bike-friendly service to Pike Place Market, one of the oldest farmer's markets in the country. Some say it started the Meet the Producers movement – see, the truncated sign says so.
It was raining, of course. It always rains when DH visits Seattle.
We also gawped at the beautiful fresh flowers and produce...
... and at the whimsical sidewalk art and the gentle mural documenting the impact of Japanese American internment on the Market.
I wanted more shooters for the next plane ride, but common sense prevailed. We bypassed the place that shouts and throws things and Starbucks No. 1, which had a line of over caffeinated tourists out the door, in favor of Three Girls Bakery, which had many tasty offerings, both sweet and savory.
By the time we got to Honolulu, we were bleary from being up for over 24 hours and things were getting a bit blurry. Our travel time could have been shorter, but our stop in Seattle was enjoyable and I know from experience that the only thing worse than not flying nonstop from Newark Airport is flying nonstop.
Even with jetlag, there's something deeply wonderful about being in Hawaii. But more on that in the next post. To be continued....
3 comments:
Awww..Pikes Market was one of our first destinations we hit as a newly engaged couple migrating south. We didn't do fish (sorry, Alaskan fish in Alaska are better) but I do remember hot fresh donuts. Mmmmm.
I had the opposite experience of your husband. One of my first Lower 48 sunburns ironically occurred in Seattle!
Can't wait for the next installment!
Looks like fun! And totally agree about EWR.
can;t wait to read the next installment!
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