At the weekend, we ventured a bit further. The Olympic Sculpture Park is looking a lot more grown in now but was lacking any special exhibits – apart from Karen, who suffered her role as Dad’s model extremely patiently.
He soon moved on to larger subjects.
In the afternoon, we spent an hour or so at Elliot Bay Books – as fantastic as ever – and took lunch (and the poor man’s Underground tour!) at Grand Central.
Then it was up Seattle’s first skyscraper – the charming Smith Tower. Sweeter, smaller and more stylish than the Space Needle – and with none of the queues.
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