Seattle morning

Last Sunday morning, I awoke in Seattle. My friend Jenene and I mosied over to a teeny tiny farmers' market, and I had to take a photo of the heirloom tomatoes.

 

There are always dreams of having scooters and mopeds that resurface as soon as you get to Seattle, because they're all over the place.

 

 

Jenene and I share a love for the old-fashioned glazed donuts, and even though we all had had plenty to eat for breakfast, none of us could resist stopping for deep-fried sinfulness.