Saturday, September 23, 2006
Saturday 2nd September - Seattle
I'm sitting in the Crocodile Cafe setting about the serious business of breakfast.
Through the window, over the brow of Blanchard Street a cyclist hoves into view. It's already a very warm morning. That is a substantial hill. There's no wonder he's sweating a bit.
As he crosses over Second Avenue the rest of his load comes into view. On the back of the bike he has a trailer. On the trailer which must be, what, at least six feet long? he has what looks like the constituent parts of a market stall.
There's no wonder he's sweating a bit.
Through the window, over the brow of Blanchard Street a cyclist hoves into view. It's already a very warm morning. That is a substantial hill. There's no wonder he's sweating a bit.
As he crosses over Second Avenue the rest of his load comes into view. On the back of the bike he has a trailer. On the trailer which must be, what, at least six feet long? he has what looks like the constituent parts of a market stall.
There's no wonder he's sweating a bit.
