This weekend I’m back on the West Coast with the family (the only place I seem to be able to blog these days!…) for a quick trip to Seattle. We’re here to reunite with our long-lost-but-now-found family. Amidst nametags, handshakes, hugs and kisses from our new cousins, the five of us luckily found time for a routine stop at Pike Place Market. Truly one of my favorite places on this planet, I get to sniff and paw at sachets of lavender, cranberry beans, alien-like romesco cauliflower, beeswax candles, salty oysters and rub my face on teddy bears made from alpaca hair (that happened). Aside from exploring at each of the market’s stalls, it’s family custom to cross the street to the Hom Bow stand for the sweet steamed pork buns…Cheers!
Oh, and no family trip would be complete without a sibling sunset photoshoot…love you, guys xox
Lance Marburger
I have been to Pike Place Market. I recall a fish monger who would throw the salmon to another workmate. I also remember in the iced showcase a monk fish was on display that was rigged with string to open its mouth to scare youngsters, and me, when they got too close.