On Saturday (2/6), Hanna arrived in Seattle. And with her came my introduction to all the wonders of shopping. Hanna certainly had an influence on me. I’m not completely sure if it was good or bad.
So on Sunday (3/6), Miles took Hanna and me to the Fremont Sunday Market, a huge outdoor event with branches into big warehouses with everything from antiques to jewlery sold by the designer or t-shirts with cool prints on them.
For some reason, they’re really into Swedish stuff in Seattle. You can even eat Swedish pancakes at the Swedish culture center. I didn’t even know that such a thing as Swedish pancakes existed. (Kind of in the same way as the Americans don’t seem to know that what they eat for breakfast isn’t pancakes, but actually American pancakes.)
Well, anyway, after a couple of hours iN Fremont, I ended up being the new proud owner of five pairs of earrings, one purse, one wallet and a couple of gifts to bring back home. Maybe Hanna’s influence was bad, after all.
Then we obviously had to Seattle’s tourist attraction number one: Pike Place Market. It’s a big indoor market, residing in these old buildings pretty close to the waterfront. It’s beautiful with all the colours from the vegetables, flowers and the fish, but what I liked the most was the old neon signs and the worn aestethic of the place. It was really cool, even though the place was so crazily crowded with tourists that you could barely walk from one end of the market to the other.
I didn’t buy anything there.
And on my way back to Miles’ place, I walked past this pretty little second-hand bookstore.
Yeah, you might say that I’m partial to neon signs.
Katja Malmborg 