Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Pike Place Market

Location, Everett, WA

Yesterday was another wonderful day in Seattle. Although a little on the warm side by late afternoon, it was really nice for walking around Pike Place Market downtown. Clyda and I drove in with Mark and Candi for Candi’s last Chemo session. More on that later.

Clyda and I walked down to the bus stop and rode the number 70 line to Pine and 3rd Ave where we got off and walked 2 blocks downhill to Pike Place Market. It is really a steep downhill from 2nd to 1st Ave. We walked through the market place looking at flowers, fruits, and vegetables as well as meats and lots of fresh fish. This is the place where they throw the fish when you buy it. Of course that gathers lots of tourists and even a few folks from PETA protesting the “abuse of fish”.

Pike Place Market.


Clyda with flowers.


Flowers.


And more flowers.


Fresh fish.


Salmon.


Lobster.


About 11:30 we decided to get a bowl of clam chowder for lunch. It was a big bowl and along with a “chowder roll”, hit the spot.

Our next stop was the Seattle Art Museum. Candi had gotten tickets through the Cancer Center so we walked the few blocks down to it. The museum was featuring a display of 10 Andrew Wyeth paintings from his Helga series.


The entrance lobby featured 5 white well used Ford Taurus bodies suspended from the ceiling by cables with rods sticking out from the bodies in all directions, like a porcupine. Each rod had LED lights on it which flashed off and on in different colors. There were clusters of Led lights on the ends of each rod also. A very striking display.

The museum covers 3 floors with most of the rooms dedicated to modern art while the Wyeth display occupied one room. The striking feature of Wyeth’s paintings is the really fine detail. In the Helga paintings, the strands of hair look so real. The old trees and grass look more like a photo than a painting. Very impressive.

There was also a large area of African art. Two hours of looking at some of this stuff would make a grown man cry. Painting drop cloths hanging from a wall or a room covered in painted papers. A room with 1000 pieces of porcelain dinner ware. One display which was very striking was a cape made of thousands of stainless steel dog tags which flowed onto the floor in a perfect almost closed circle.

The Wyeth display was worth the price of admission , the rest, I could do without. Having gotten in for free, it was a bargain.

After leaving the museum we walked to a Starbucks for refreshments. I had an orange, mango, banana smoothie and Clyda had a Mocha latte. We believe this was the original Starbucks in Seattle.

Starbuck's and Nordstom's.


We walked up the street to Nordstrom’s Rack, Macy’s, and Nordstrom’s. These are really large multi story stores and there were lots of shoppers. The women’s shoe section at Nordstrom’s was mobbed for their mid-season sale. We walked across the street to Coldwater Creek, again a multi story store. They have a stream running through the store under plexiglass so you can walk on it and large fake boulder walls with water running down to the stream. From anywhere in the store all you hear is water running. I was wondering how often the store staff went to the bathroom.

Finally decided we had walked enough for on day we caught the number 70 bus back to the Cancer Center. Candi’s last chemo session was delayed 2 hours because of a change in clinic procedures. Instead of ordering the chemo as Candi checked in they now wait until a bed is assigned and then the chemo is ordered from the pharmacy by computer. The chemo is delivered to the proper bed by this procedure but causes a long delay. I think they need to work out some bugs in this system. Thank goodness it was her last day.

By now it was after 7 PM so we decided to stop at The Spaghetti Factory for dinner on the way back to the RV park. By the time we finished dinner and drove to the RV park, it was almost 9 PM before Mark got to leave. As soon as he got on I-5 north, the traffic slowed for construction. I have no idea what time he got home.