Yesterday was my first full day in Seattle. Chris and I had an omelet cook off then we headed out in to some book stores I wanted to check out. The first one was a travel book store called Wide World Books and Maps
and the second was Open Books
, one of only two book stores in the US dedicated entirely to poetry. I ended up buying a collection of works by Rumi.
Then it was off to find Chris some caffeine (he's a heavy user) at Cafe Fiore
. Chris drove me through some really nice neighborhood who's name I can't remember, but he stopped at some see off point and I took a few washed out photos that I could stitch into this panoramic.
We drove just a bit further to the Pike Place Market which was awesome. It's an open air market that houses mostly fresh produce and seafood vendors. There's a lot of free samples to be had so we ate flavored olive oils at probably a half dozen locations. There was also smoked salmon belly jerky. I'm not a big fan of salmon but good god was it good. It's way expensive so we ended up buying only a quarter pound. On our way out we sampled some cheese at Beecher's Handmade Cheese
then walked by a bunch of street musicians playing in front of the original Starbucks. It's worth mentioning that most people who live in Seattle don't frequent Starbucks. Everyone seems to have their cache of favorite independent coffee places.
We then entered the Queen Anne part of town, which is mostly goldrush/klondike era original buildings, and found a nice seedy pub. After stopping at the Chinese grocery store we returned home to sleep, go beer shopping at Bottleworks
, drink said beer, and cook.
Our final act was a bike ride to the U District and go to some singer songwriter hipster bar that doubled as a cafe. I've been told that the bar/cafe/venue/etc. mix is a common one here. It's funny, with things like liquor and book stores Seattle tends to have very specific store for each genre contained there within (for example: a seperate store for wine, beer, etc.), but then they mix things like coffee shops and bars. Also, I've now seen at least two people who play a saw (the tool) with a bow (like from a violin).
This is a poem from Leaves of Grass
by Walt Whitman that Chris showed me that I really liked: