One of the things that excited Larissa and me about our new apartment was that it was walking distance to a great many things, and we can certainly do with more exercise and fresh air in our lives. So today we decided to go out for a nice stroll down to Pike Place Market for lunch and a bit of random shopping.
We left a bit after noon and headed down Thomas Street to the pedestrian bridge that goes down into Myrtle Edwards Park. We’ve already come to love this park, and there’s a great many photos taken of the waterfront and the Olympics across the water on my Instagram page. We had not, to this point, really taken the time to explore the walk/bike trail that runs all along it, though, so we set off south towards downtown to see what we could see.
We wandered along the edge of the Olympic Sculpture park, stopping to take a photo of myself under a giant ampersand.1 There’s a bit of a sandy beach just past it, with a large sign warning people to not pester the harbour seals when they are resting on the rocks. We didn’t see any seals, but there were a number of ducks on the water looking reasonably pleased with their lot in life. Past this beach the trail empties out onto Alaska Way which continues on down past the piers on the waterfront.
We ambled on down the street, stopping to take pictures of interesting signs or structures, and eventually arrived in the vicinity of Pike Place Market, where we promptly became incredibly indecisive about where to eat. It didn’t help that, being Saturday, the market was completely packed with people, so we wandered up the block a ways and found a nice sushi joint called Japonessa which promised “a Japanese core concept with hints of Latino flair.”2 We were seated pretty quickly despite having no reservation and our very friendly waiter got us set up with some ginger beer and a superb edamame appetiser, which was very fresh and salted perfectly. We then sampled the brie tempura, which was served with an extraordinary raspberry sauce, and finished with a variety of sushi rolls and sashimi.3 I have a feeling this is going to be a restaurant we return to, because everything was excellent.
Well stuffed with food, we went back over to the market4 We poked through the hat shop, but they only had sizes up to XL, which isn’t quite large enough for my head, so no new hats were acquired.5 We wandered down into the lower levels, where they keep the bookstores. There are two bookstores that I’m aware of in the Market, both with friendly and conversational clerks. I was tempted by many things, but in the end we only walked out with a single paperback.
We wandered over to Beecher’s Cheese Shop to get some cheese, but it was packed and the line was very long, so we decided to come back another day. Larissa’s foot was starting to bother her and it was beginning to get dark. So we headed up Pine St to 3rd Ave and caught the #13 bus back home.
It was a lovely afternoon with no agenda. And that’s really what Saturdays are all about, Charlie Brown.
amplectere potestem “et” ↩
This wasn’t a fusion I’d encountered before, so it seemed worth a try. ↩
Larissa declared the sashimi “the best she’d ever had”, and she’s had quite a lot of sashimi over the years. ↩
Pausing briefly to politely suggest to the guy standing on the corner with an IMPEACH OBAMA sign that he might consider the many benefits of getting a job, or at least finding something better to do with his time. ↩
I’ve been told there’s a serious hat shop somewhere in Seattle, and I need to take some time to find it. ↩
Mirrored from Home of the Autographed Cat.