Seattle's Market

I have a love of old books.  I don't know what brought it on.  There's something about the way that they smell and the life that they lived before they came to be mine that intrigues me.  We found a copy of Treasure Island in this little shop.  Audrey may not understand a lot of the old English but it's so fun for me to read to her, pirate voice and all. She loves listening and is always quick to ask questions. I wanted to pull every book off this shelf and take it home with me but I stopped myself and only chose one.  

There were so many shops at Public Market.  If I had a love for nick knacks I could have gotten lost in all of the trinkets I could have taken home.  Instead we walked the shops and enjoyed looking at all of the cool things that we were content not to take home.  I couldn't help myself when I saw the french pastry shop, I have secret love of really good macaroons and eclairs. It was a good thing that we were still eating things with gluten at that point so I didn't have to feel bad for eating one when Audrey couldn't.  

The Gum wall was kind of a cross between..."This is really interesting!" and "This is so disgusting!".  I couldn't help but snap a few photos.  Audrey was about to wretch and wouldn't get too close.  

The guy sitting on the corner singing warmed my heart.  I could tell he was doing what he loved and I truly enjoyed listening to him.  I wish I could say that about myself...I wish I could say that I was filling my creative bucket but sometimes my fear overpowers my desire.  In that moment I was proud of him for not letting his fear stand in the way of creating.  He was my Grandpa with a guitar instead of a piano.  

On the way back to the car I noticed a trail of unicorns.  I was super tempted to follow the cute unicorn drawings and end up at some random location.  We followed them until we got to a point where we would either follow them or go straight to the car.  I glanced down the street and noticed that they turned behind a building.  It was then that my logical mind spoke over my spontaneous one and thought....this could be a trap, or someone crazy could be at the end of all this.  At that point I was content to look at the unicorn drawing and not see what was at the end of all it's cuteness.  I guess I'll never know what was at the end of the rainbow.  Paul didn't even notice them...he was oblivious to the temptation.