What sounds like a picturesque day was briefly and violently despoiled by a kamikaze crow, hell bent on snagging one of my bobby pins for its collection. I've since been too scared to inspect the top of my head for battle scars.
After picking up symphony tickets at the will call window at Benaroya hall and making a quick purchase at the SAM gift shop, I meandered through the market, ending at Tully's with a matcha latte and sat in the park to address some post cards. I caught the water taxi back to Alki and walked to the beach, only to discover my feet hurt to much for walking on the beach. I came home to eggplant parmesan and began packing for Vancouver.
And if that's not an art student hipster bitch's vacation diary, I've truly no idea who I am.
Gravelly, seaweedy, driftwoody Alki beach.