There's more than fish at Pike Place Market in Seattle! There is coffee, of course. I sampled my share of the refreshing beverages.
And as we wandered the booths of produce, I kept saying, "Honey, can we move here? I want to live here." Husband (a.k.a. Chuck
) was kind as he reminded me that no, we had to go home.
But meanwhile, behind the big sign....
We shopped for cheese and we found this tip jar.
This sign not only announced what they were selling (fresh herbs), but gave a Rhyme Time reasoning to buy!
If you want to buy an avocado, though, be gentle.
And as for the beans, don't touch -- or even consider it!
At least they said "Thanks."
This offer may seem extreme, but they were handing out sample slices. The fresh and juicy peaches really did make people shout out in praise.
Sometimes, the hanging bundles need no written description. They sold themselves.
If I can't move there, can we go back? Soon? I'm free tomorrow....
Labels: family life; vacation plans, kitchen stories, Wordless Wednesday