Pike Place Farmers Market

Today I went to Seattle's pike place market. All these years I lived here, and I never saw this beautiful market. Damn! I wasn't planning to go there, but God only knows why I took the Denny Way Exit of I-5. Then went all the way down to 1st AVE.

So crowded it was that I finally resoted to park my car for a $5.

Then I browsed in the Seattles art supply, and makeshift shops of stone writings, stone art, artists selling their paintings, bunches of dried flowes and fresh fish produce. Mostly it was trinket stuff for girls.

Most enjoybale things were the curb singers, and performers outside the starbucks. First there were a group of African guys who were singing, and clapping but I got no clue what it was about. Then there were some white family guys grand-father, father, son, daughter I guess. The father juggled with steel and wood spoons to make music, the daughter played some sort of string-drum, and the grandfather and son played a guitar. It was very lively and entertaining. There were guitarists playing almost in every corner of the market. Then there was shops of hanging chillies. Of incense. Etc.

I sat for sometime in the open sunlit place where there were lot of pigeons, and seagulls. Got struck by heavenly seagull poop as well :(

I bought a bunch of extremely colorful dried flowers.

Then I returned, and all this while some initials kept coming in front of my eyes SH, SHK..