Pike Place Market

Pike Place Market is a fantastic idea for me and the B, on an overcast Saturday afternoon in the Emerald.  It's a cornucopia of sites, sounds, and smells.  Cuisine from around the world.  Street vendors.  Seafood everywhere.  French bakeries and old-school butchers and homemade sauerkraut.  Seafood, everywhere.

Here's looking at you, Pike Place:

And here's the view as you walk in.  The folks under the sign are the blokes that catch the fish, in all those iconic movie shots:

Here's our man at Pike Place, on ice:

Our man at Pike.

Something weird happened with B here, and she took a shine to the Elephant Garlic.  They're big, B, yes. This is a classic photo of B, in her native environment, among the culinary exotica in the Market.  B later went on a full-scale hunt for some tangerines, then zeroed in on a smoothie at Pike Place Market Creamery. This Elephant Garlic photo here came on the tail end of our expedition, but you can see the passion with the B; the flame burning strong.

The fresh fish at the Market are large, and inviting.  Soooo Pacific Northwest.

Okay, enough joking around here.  Pike Place Market:  thumbs up or down?  Up, my dear reader, up, up, and up.  It's a Persian Bizarre type of feel with wonderful assortments of international cuisine, tourists, fresh Pacific Northwest seafood, fruits, and produce.  Throw in unexpected discoveries like Old Seattle Paperworks, with 1940s copies of Life magazine, news clippings, pinups, and other print collectibles, and you've got yourself an afternoon in the Emerald.