Walking around La Conner, we came across a plaque and statue, in memory of a beloved "town dog" named Dirty Biter.
I took a picture of the plaque so you can read the tribute for yourself.
Walking around La Conner, we came across a plaque and statue, in memory of a beloved "town dog" named Dirty Biter.
I took a picture of the plaque so you can read the tribute for yourself.
The main branch of Seattle Public Library downtown is trippy. I saw it for the first time four years ago and was blown away anew when I visited it again this past week.
Two of the most striking features are the two neon green escalators that lead to infinity (it seems.)
Then there is the Red Hall. If you've ever wished you could walk through a vast corridor of red, molded plastic, the Red Hall is not to be missed.
When I made the epic journey up the escalator to the top floor, I discovered a couple of window washers outside the building, hanging by their harnesses like spiders!
On Monday I had to go to my conference, but it didn't start until 12:30, so Mich and I went out for breakfast at a charming little cafe called the Hi Spot. It has an upstairs area, hence its name. I had a lemon currant scone that was melt in my mouth good and a comforting, spicy chai.
After breakfast, Mich had to go to work so she dropped me off downtown. My conference was at the swank Monaco hotel, (one of the photos below) conveniently located across from the main branch of the Seattle Public Library. So guess where I hung out?
It was a little before ten, so I had to wait outside with the unwashed masses for it to open.
On the way home Sunday, we stopped by Fred Meyer, a discount store, because I had failed to pack my pajama bottoms and needed to buy a replacement, and also my bottle of hair product had leaked on the plane. Mich bought chips. When we finally got home, Mich made her chili with real tomatoes. I washed it down with an Alaskan black ale.
Yum!
Some of the sunrises here are particularly beautiful. I wish I could show you but photos don't do it justice.
Then around sundown, they have what they call L'eure bleu (spelling?) or the Blue Hour when for awhile the water, the sky and everything in-between turns blue.