Seattle did not disappoint. I grabbed my point-and-shoot camera and shot pics of just about everything, quashing down the desire NOT to look like a tourist. If they turned out, you -- my little bush babies -- will get an illustrated post about my 18 hours of carefree-itude.
A few palette teasers:
-tiny, hand-cranked music box that plays La Vie en Rose
-- Lingcod braised with tomatoes, peppers, onions and saffron
---45th floor of the Westin Towers with giant window facing a view of the city from Space Needle, across the Sound and its constant ebb and flow of ferries
----why did I buy 2 more books?!
-----Seattle flirted with me, those teasing, barely-there raindrops
Enough for now. I've read a seriously inadequate amount of "school" reading; I dance now in celebration of this fact.