I love driving to Seattle.

I love how as we enter the city over the floating bridge from the 520, the lake sort of rolls out right in front of you. Time and again, I’d marvel at how it makes the waters of Lake Washington choppy on one side, and calm on the other (why does it do that?).

I love how the buildings seem to climb on top of one another as they approach the water, with those closest to the edge spreading out like bouncers guarding the front of a stage while crazy fans fall over each other behind trying to get closer.

I even love the zippy freeways and dark, dingy tunnels that welcome drivers into the city. And those maddening one-way streets that bring you all the way around so you’re forced to take in the sights. Whatever, dude. I don’t mind.

I also love the traffic lights that hang precariously on those electrical cables that are so much a part of the Seattle landscape.


“KILLED BY FALLING TRAFFIC LIGHTS” I would often imagine these headlines whenever I see a string of traffic lights swing violently when the wind picks up. Am I the only one who has fears of dropping traffic lights? Perhaps ít’s a good idea to carry a brolly after all.

If Seattle was a lady, she’d be all sophisticated sporty chic in a three-quarters microfibre trench coat and furry hoodie, skinny jeans, sensible boots and walking a dog. She will drink coffee, talk sports, breastfeed and out-trek even the Australians.

Yesterday, together with a few friends, we drove down First Avenue, where Pike Street is, and veered off somewhere down Third, ending up in Pioneer Square. Having been here 15 months, this was my first time here, and man, did it take my breath away. I will have to give my American friends a swift kick in the behind for not clueing me in to this place. I mean, 30 fine art galleries, over 200 unique and independently-owned shops, and the entertainment epicenter of Seattle’s nightlife? Hello? I’m a mom, not a grandma. I like art, and shopping, and entertainment!

But what struck me most about Pioneer Square was its beautiful architecture. The old brick and stone Victorian Romanesque structures add depth and character to their contents that window shopping takes on a whole new meaning. I am so coming back here with my camera when I get the chance.

Another lovely end to yet another weekend.

Next week, in-laws time.