Seattle
It's a Saturday in Seattle. I arrived by train on Friday for an afternoon appointment, and I have another on Sunday morning before leaving. But today I have the whole city to myself (with family--I'm on a family travel assignment) and Seattle Tourism has helpfully provided free entry to Seattle's six main attractions. None, however, is part of the story, so none have been seen, and instead other than a little walking around to the Pike Place Market (ugh!) and some other shopping (US dollar weak, birthdays ahead) much of the day has been spent in the very comfortable room at the Hotel Monaco; reading, chatting, and playing with the children. The highlight of the day was finding a café that makes and serves crumpets: proper crumpets, even better than those my mother used occasionally to give me. Of course, they destroy them in the time-honoured American way by adding absurd toppings made entirely from saturated fat that dwarf the crumpet itself, but there's no need to order those.
The Friday appointment was to see the Picasso show at the Seattle Art Museum, on loan from the Musée Picasso in Paris, and very substantial. The Sunday one will be (sublime to ridiculous) at the Harry Potter Exhibition at the Pacific Science Center.
One of the best ways to like somewhere. Don't see too much of it. And when I don't have to go somewhere, the best thing is staying still and not doing very much at all. That's a holiday.
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