That's John, under an umbrella at the Seattle waterfront. And what's missing from the picture? The crumbling, roaring, elevated traffic viaduct is finally history. Chopped up and hauled away.
With that concrete barricade gone, it opens up a new view of the city from the water. And for those old buildings across the street, once smack up against the viaduct, a nice view of Elliot Bay and the Olympic Mountains. Valuable real estate, and those will probably get torn down for high rise, luxury condos. Progress marches on in Seattle.
It was raining so hard Saturday, we almost didn't go downtown for our annual holiday treat. But hey, it's Seattle, you can't be deterred by a little water falling from the sky. OK, lots of water. I've never seen it rain that long and hard.
So we decided to take Uber, and went first to the "Flesh and Blood" exhibit currently on at Seattle Art Museum.
Beautiful Italian masterpieces from the Capodimonte Museum in Naples. Some the paintings were huge and lurid, but I especially liked the haunting portraits of popes, aristocrats and common people.
Afterwards, we didn't feel like tackling the jammed Pike Place Market searching for a place to eat, so we walked down the long, wet stairways to the waterfront.
And got a nice window table at Ivar's Acres of Clams, a Seattle landmark restaurant started by Ivar Haglund in 1938.
We both ordered cioppino and it was delicious. Clams, mussels, shrimp and salmon in a spicy fennel broth. And last but not least, my visit with the dancing Santa Clam in the lobby. John declined.
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