I escaped the rain in Los Angeles for the sunshine in Seattle...

LA failed me this past week with all of its dripping, dreary raindrops. How ironic that sun and dry weather was to be found in Seattle.

Fresh baked goods and flowers at Pike Place Market.

It's a lovely city: full of art, design and epicureanism (the highfalutin trinity of human needs, up several levels from the basic food, water, shelter), with scenic views framed by amber maple leaves. I kept thinking, I could live here.

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Catching up on back-issues of The New Yorker:

“The thing that strikes you first is how delicate he is. He is not trying to protect himself. He is almost like E.T., like they sent him from another planet—someone who is extra sensitive, almost skinless—to come and detect all these fragments about the human society that he lives in.”

-Artist Michal Rovner on Israeli writer David Grossman