Cities are nicest when they are just waking up: no slow tour groups getting in your way, the sunlight hitting the piers just so, seagulls squawking and soaring overhead.
Mornings in Seattle, I do as the locals do and run along the waterfront, Alaskan Way on one side of me and Elliott Bay on the other. I pass Pike Place Market, a bunch of street art, the Great Wheel, the aquarium, some restaurants, and a lot of noisy construction. I breathe in the sea air and feel so much gratitude that I made this trip happen, that I am able to travel and see and hear and run and be inspired.
I’ve always been a sucker for poetry on walls.
Pike Place Market has its own offbeat charm in the morning, especially on the lower levels:
Thus concludes my sampler on the Elliott Bay waterfront, Pike Place Market (so glad I took the Market Experience tour!), and Seattle street art. Time for me to eat a proper breakfast rather than just munching on bananas and orange slices, refill my ORCA card (public transportation), check out of my hostel in touristy downtown, and head north to my new neighborhood: Fremont!