When we woke up Sunday, the sidewalks were actually dry! Giddy with the prospect of walking around unencumbered by umbrellas, we strolled through downtown to the Pike Street Market.
Myriads of multicolored vegetables.
The view over Puget Sound was enlivened by shafts of sunlight and glimpses of vivid blue.
Locals crowded to enjoy one of the rare patches of sun.
Seeing the blue skies was a visceral delight after days of gray.
We decided that, as beautiful as it is in many ways, Seattle is not
high on our list of possible future habitations.
We had a stellar brunch at a French bistro, complete with birthday champagne. They had just
introduced their fall menu with one of my favorite dishes: cassoulet, so I walked away with
taste buds abuzz with bliss. We parted from the Pereiras and drove north about
thirty miles, where we took the ferry to Whidbey Island to visit another set of dear friends.
Whidbey is quite a large island, mostly rural and quite lovely.
Our friends live on the southwest side amid rolling green pastures.
Just a five minute walk to this beautiful beach. We watched a lone seal swim by,
then hiked back to the house for a delightful evening with our friends.
P.