I arrived on a gloomy but thankfully dry morning, and breathed in the smells of Pike Place Market. Mornings are my favorite time at ANY market, where things are just beginning. Here, in the tourist epicenter of Seattle, I instantly revert to my tourist persona, snapping pictures like there’s no tomorrow and silly-grinning at the fish-throwing following the boisterous chorus of whatever poor sole (pun intended) is being thrown across the counter at the unfathomably popular Pike Place Fish Market. Shot the following two with film: The Public Market at 9am, where salmon wait their turn to be hurled, bears the aroma of freshly ground coffee  mixed with an eclectic bouquet of fish, fresh flowers and, mmmm, donuts

Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...
no comments