Seattle
After only 2 days in Seattle, I'm in a weird mood, muttering, "find the joy, must find the joy" to myself as I wait for my breakfast meeting at Macrina Bakery. Another patron did it for me. "I just love your sweater!" she gushed to me about the black knitted sweater I purchased in 1997. "It's so elegant!" I felt better. At the next table, a man with a British accent showed his breakfast friend photos of his daughter's head before and after the 48 stiches she required after a skating injury. TMI.
P.S. Macrina's was very good. Not as good as the raves I heard about it, but way better than a stick in your eye.
P.S. Macrina's was very good. Not as good as the raves I heard about it, but way better than a stick in your eye.