Seattle goings on
It was a long day. At 830, we left Sandpoint, Idaho and about 12 hours later, we arrived in Big Sky, Montana. We rolled past wildlife reserves — rush filled ponds with platforms for birds, still water reflecting the mountains around us. We drove through ramshackle little towns and past mountain resort marinas, the boats …
You’re not supposed to touch the Richard Serra in the Olympic Sculpture Park, but it’s marked with perfect white pairs of hand prints anyways. There are a few shoe prints too, which I find somewhat disrespectful, but I can appreciated the desire to press your hands on the monumental rusty steel waves. I wonder if …
It’s official, I’m a snob. The reason for this epiphany? The baked goods at Honore. Now, granted, I didn’t try everything. Only four things: the cannele — a tiny custardy bundt shaped goody with gooey insides, the chausse de pomme — essentially an apple turnover, the koign imman — I’ll come back to this, and …