There are very few ways I'd rather wake up than in the Pacific Northwest with a cat on my lap--and that's exactly the way I woke up after my first night in Seattle. Layne's cat, Max, had decided that he needed to head up the welcoming committee, so he kept me company all night.
After we got up and ready, Layne and I headed out to Pioneer Square, which is the oldest part of Seattle. We wandered into some shops, including a bookstore with collectible Steinbeck books(!), and heard a little bit of Seattle history from a local vintage shop owner. It's such a fantastic area, and you know I'm a sucker for buildings with vines growing on them.
We had lunch at a little place called the London Plane, which doubles as a flower shop, and our table was perfectly positioned to look down over the kitchen. It was amazing to watch the dishes unfold into a sort of art right below us--and the food was tasty, too.
After lunch, we decided to take the ferry to Bainbridge Island, which was really one of the highlights of the whole trip for me (except the part where the sole of one of my shoes came halfway off and we had to try to find a store that sold superglue just to keep it together until I could change shoes......I mean, what's a vacation without a story about your shoe falling apart, amirite?).
See? Seattle is basically heaven, day or night. Living there is definitely on the "someday" list.