It’s a Parade!

All week, while I was taking Joy to art school in Wallingford, I’d seen signs for a Family Festival and Children’s Parade this Saturday. I thought it might be fun to check out.

So late Saturday morning we hopped on the bus and joined the other families and ‘Wallyhood’ locals on N 45th St to await the parade. I didn’t really know what to expect, or what the purpose of the parade was, but once it started, it became clear. It was the perfect opportunity for the local businesses and services to promote themselves, and also a chance for the children and adults to perform (or just look cute and wave.) Lots of family and friends were cheering and clapping from the side. I loved it.

But first, we had to wait for something to happen. Here’s the street pre-parade:

To keep busy, Joy whipped out her notebook (which we now never leave the house without) and started drawing. Evan also thought this would be a good idea.

Joy doing some precision work

Evan’s was a man with a mustache!

After a short while, things were looking up. A brass band! It was awesome. They looked and sounded amazing! They were from the local high school.

Here are some of the other paraders. So many groups went by, but I just included a few here.

A children’s theatre school

And one of many amazing drum/dance troops

Not sure what these ladies were doing, but they looked lovely. And they were strolling so serenely.

This is was a children’s daycare group. They just scooted and biked along, with the occasional wave. The chillest parade ever!

This was the ‘Magic Bus’. We didn’t catch exactly what that was, but we felt for the Dads, pulling the kid-laden bus from the front. (Actually, it’s impossible to see from this photo, but there’s a boy in the bus with an Australian flag. Joy was the first to notice it. 🙂 )

Random horsehead dude. Again, looking totally chilled as he walks down the street. (It’s possible he wasn’t even in the parade, maybe that’s just how he does his Saturday mornings!)

This one I took from the cafe where we had lunch and watched the rest of the parade from the window. Clowns! Of course!

The parade went on for a lot longer as we sat and enjoyed lunch. People who happened to live on the street just stood on the front porches taking photos. And as it ended, we saw the ‘performers’ walk/scoot/pogo back the other way to meet up with their families for the rest of their Saturday.

It was a neighbourhood parade – not super big or crowded, but a casual, colourful, fun celebration of the community. Fantastic way to spend our Saturday morning. 🙂


Fun, fun, fun

For all the important ‘settling in’ we’ve been doing in the last few months,  I recently realised we also needed to make an effort to do more fun things, or we would get lost in our routine and forget to actually enjoy ourselves. (I know a fair bit about this, actually. ;))

For the first time since I joined Facebook,  it actually stepped in with a useful ad: Snow Patrol. Seattle. With Ed Sheeran. Sound of me squealing and then nothing but furious keyboard taps as I buy tickets faster than any human has ever paid for anything online ever.

The show was last Tuesday and – as you may know from my giddy FB rantings – it was AMAZING. I was enchanted, impressed, besotted. I wish I could find a time machine so I could go back and stay for a while. 🙂

It took a tiny bit of organising. First, the babysitter (thankfully she was available, since I had already bought the tickets. Hmm.) And I had to skip a Spanish class, since it was on a Tuesday night – cut to me attempting to write my teacher a coherent email in Spanish explaining why I couldn’t be there. Luckily she is very understanding. And it made good conversation for our next class!

We hopped on the bus and headed to the venue. The Paramount Theatre is in the city, so it’s easy to get to. It was built by Paramount Pictures and opened in the 1920s. The outside is nothing special, but the interior is ornate and beautiful. Every so often I would remember to look up at the ceiling and I’d be transfixed for a while. Look:

The whole night was so completely easy and stress-free, from finding out about it and buying the tickets to strolling up and going in, I felt like we’d been somehow blessed by some magical Night Out fairy!  Definitely working the magic there.

And I was so inspired by this complete triumph in live music watching, that I bought tickets for Bombay Bicycle Club in October!  I’ll be keeping you updated on that one!

Places to drink…coffee

Now I know that not everyone drinks coffee or even likes it. So I guess this post comes under the category of ‘It’s my blog and i’ll post what I want to’? It was inevitable, really. Well, never fear – I also address croissants, hot chocolate, and ambience.

There are lots of coffee shops in Seattle. The following are some of the ones that hit the spot for us, not only for the coffee.

1. Boulangerie Nantaise, 2507 4th Ave

As I mentioned, this was one of the first we went to, as it was located at the ground floor of our building. It is small, warm and cosy, and as you probably gather, has a French look and feel. They sell all kinds of breads and rolls there as well as croissants and cakes. Plus they have delicious sandwiches and French onion soup. (I basically wanted to just dunk my whole face in.)

In the first few weeks of our stay in Seattle, it was often grey and cold and/or snowy out. This place was a warm little refuge for us, and on a couple of days (before I had footwear that actually allowed me to step safely on icy footpaths) taking the lift down and having a hot chocolate was our outing for the day. It was pretty tough, as you can imagine.

2. Repast, 1418 31st Ave S

One Saturday morning after visiting a language school for Joy in Mt. Baker, Chris said: “What I’d really like to find is a nice coffee shop or patisserie, where we can get some yummy hot chocolate and coffee, and some kind of croissant.” We literally stepped off the bus and walked into Repast. (We really ought to get him to try that again for something else.)

The coffee here is Amazing. Seriously close to Melbourne coffee, which as we all know, is vastly superior to Sydney coffee.

But, also, as we were sipping away and devouring croissants (one almond, one chocolate) we were all a-flutter to notice that one of the women working there was kneading and shaping the dough for the croissants to be baked in store. Nice. Repast is a tiny piece of cafe heaven, hidden on a pretty suburban street.

3. Java Jahn’s, 1428 NW Leary way

Evan’s been going to Gymboree for about a month now (it’s very similar to Gymbaroo in Oz, but with more school skills/crafty classes.) He stays for 2 hours and does all kinds of physical, musical, and art activities, while I go and shop/drink coffee. He absolutely loves it and it seems to be a successful first childcare experience for us.

Anyway. For the first couple of sessions I didn’t know where to go and hang out while Evan was playing. That is, until I found Java Jahn, which sidles up alongside paint and automotive shops in a fairly boring industrial area. This is the cutest, most friendly, and unassuming coffee shop I’ve been to here. The ladies there are always welcoming and friendly, they seem to know all the regulars by name and order, and the coffee is awesome. And since they also have free wi-fi, I can bring the iPad and read, chat, and generally waste time as I see fit. It is wonderful.

4.Uptown Espresso, 2504 4th Ave

Uptown Espresso, like Boulangerie Nantaise, is on my list for sentimental reasons. It is a chain, open early in the morning and fairly late in the evening. It is basically a big long room, with mismatched chairs and tables, and casual baristas, just hanging out until you go over and order. The ambience is nothing special, and I never ended up trying the cookies or snacks. But it’s easy to feel comfortable there. You can drink and chat and even play with your kids and it’s no big deal. The coffee is fine.

One evening the kids and I met Chris there, and while we were waiting, I saw two young women at a small table for two. One was reading a textbook, the other was sleeping, her head on her arms on the table. After a while, her mobile buzzed and she woke up, stretched, and then started reading. It’s so comfy at UE, you can even snooze there.

5. Cherry Street Coffee House, 103 Cherry St

At Cherry Street Coffee House (also a chain) you get big mugs of coffee. Real mugs, with nice round handles to hold. In a space where paper cups rule, this to me is pretty awesome. The staff is friendly and the coffee is good. It has an interesting, shabby chic decor, they play old fashioned music, and there’s a little section of wall for you to pin fliers for your friend’s/brother’s/teacher’s play/gig/exhibition. We were there on a Sunday morning when it was quiet, and in the more boring part of downtown, it was a pleasant and funky stop off.

So there you have it! The short list for just right now. I’m pretty dedicated, so I’ll…keep researching. *wink*

Afternoon in the sun…snow…sun

Looking back through these posts, I realise I haven’t addressed the weather here. And from the photos I’ve strategically chosen, you may be getting the impression that Seattle is a sun-drenched mecca. Haha.

You know that Seattle has a reputation for terrible weather. One of the quotes from Sleepless in Seattle goes like this:

-“It rains 9 months of the year in Seattle!”

– “I know! I do not want to move to Seattle.”

The thing is, when you’re contemplating moving with your husband and two young children across the world, to what’s likely a demanding job, in a place where you know no one, a bit of rain doesn’t seem like that big a deal. And as I mentioned, the first few days were utterly gorgeous.

So let me be straight with you. It does rain a lot here. You have a stretch of a week or so where five days it’ll rain or be drizzly and two days it’ll be clear.

It doesn’t rain heavily; you don’t get mad flashes of rain and hail or torrential downpours. It’s a drizzly rain, you look out the window to see if it’s rain, mist, or sleet. And then you just rug up and head out anyway. It doesn’t stop anyone from doing their normal stuff, which I think is kind of cool.

However, the weather here is also seriously changeable, today providing the perfect example. Evan and I headed out this afternoon with his little green glider bike, for a ride before school bus pick-up time. It was sunny. F-r-e-e-z-i-n-g, but sunny. We’re bundled up for the weather, so no worries. He’s riding along having a great time when it starts to rain lightly. This is pretty standard; a bit of light rain, a bit of sun in the distance. Very Seattle.

We’re approaching the bus stop on foot  (I’d also brought Joy’s scooter along so she could scoot home from the bus stop) when Evan and I both notice that it’s started to snow. Actual, light, feathery snow. It’s not settling, but definitely soft and icy to touch.

At this point, I’m wondering what’s going on. And how it is that it’s grey and windy and snowing, and I’m walking around outside with both a bike and a scooter. No one around me is bothered. I gape at two joggers running by us in bike shorts,  t-shirts, and wet hair, who although were caught out by the unexpected snow, were not at all deterred by it. Madness, I tell you.

We huddle under the shelter and wait with the other near-frozen parents and siblings for the school bus, and we collect Joy with no problems. And then, to my utter amazement, the snow stops and the sun comes out. Blue sky and everything.

So what do we do? We ride, walk, and scoot home with the sun on our backs.

Ode to Belltown

Our first ‘home’ in Seattle was an apartment in Belltown, right next to downtown and also Lower Queen Anne. This is the street – 4th ave.

My understanding of this area is that it’s regarded as a bit ‘sketchy’. As in other parts of downtown Seattle, there are some homeless people, and I think there’s been some violent crime there. We heard sirens many nights when we were there, but I won’t lie, being 19 floors up does give you a feeling of security, even if it shouldn’t.

Another description was ‘party town’, and I know there’s a live music venue there – The Crocodile – which is supposed to be cool. (Bombay Bicycle Club played there, so I think it must be cool!)

Party town isn’t really my area of expertise, but for me, Belltown was our warm, convenient first-home-in-Seattle. I still look out for our ‘old building’ when we go downtown on the bus. And though perhaps it’s a bit melodramatic on my part, I feel a slight sense of – perhaps not nostalgia – but maybe just a fondness for it.

When we first arrived, Chris hadn’t started work, and we were treated to a few successive days of cold but brilliantly clear weather. We just walked about like tourists and enjoyed the city’s sights. From Belltown, it’s easy to walk to the main shopping area in the city, to the Space Needle and Children’s Museum, and to Elliot Bay Park for a run around. Lots of buses to everywhere go though there too. Sometimes, we stopped for a coffee and hot chocolate at Boulangerie Nantaise on the ground floor of the building – delicious. And then back to our apartment to stare at the view.

It was a wonderful place to start getting acquainted with our new city, and I think it made all the difference to making us feel all excited about the move.

As sketchy as it may be, Belltown will always have a special place in my heart.

Home Sweet Home

So you know that we’ve moved to Seattle, and that I’ve been getting to know our local area. But I haven’t yet talked about where we actually live, so I thought I would do that.

Welcome to Lake Union, just north of downtown Seattle.  Gasworks Park in Wallingford is at its North, South Lake Union – home of Amazon – to the South, Eastlake and Capitol Hill to the East and us at its West.

(Aside: The shape of Lake Union and its bays is undeniable to me. Have a look at the map and tell me if you think it resembles anything.)

Our place was listed by the realtor as Queen Anne, but I’ve since been reliably informed it’s more like Westlake, or West Lake Union. We live in a comfy three bedroom house with what I like to call “water glimpses”. More tantalising than a complete view, you understand.

Down behind that white van you can see, there’s stairs leading down to the lake. The trail around the lake is popular with joggers and cyclists and other energetic types, but in terms of shops the area is mostly Marinas and boat shops. (It is sadly lacking in a good French cafe/patisserie. I’m just saying.) It is, however, fabulous for riding and scooting, which we tested out last weekend. The bike trail goes all around Lake Union, but we like to follow our edge around to South Lake Union Park, which is  a new and lovely outdoor riding/running/playing area with a water feature and a great view. You can watch sea planes take off and land there, which is fun too.

This is kind of a hopeless picture that I lifted from somewhere, but you get the idea (although I think perhaps the colour may have been punched up a bit!) I’ll take a better one to show you.

It’s is about a 20 minute scoot from our house, so usually requires some kind of hot drink stop-off to revive us. If only there was some kind of ubiquitous coffee shop chain to stop at along the way. Hmm.

So that’s our backyard! Welcome, and more soon!

The People (and Playgrounds) in your Neighbourhood

How well do you know your own city?

Back in Sydney, we usually stayed in the general area of the leafy northern suburbs, where we and most of our friends and family lived, played, and schooled. But we never shied away from checking out a map and venturing to a new area, especially if it was to visit friends. There are many areas of Sydney though, that we just never went to. In general, I guess it’s natural to find those familiar and favorite areas and stick close to them.

Now that we’ve moved, we find ourselves hungering to explore new places every weekend. It’s as though we’ll feel more familiar and ‘at home’ if we cover more ground! For me and my kid-oriented goals, this means finding a great combination:  supermarket + coffee + playground in 1 bus  = high score (We are currently carless, which I both love and hate.) Throw in a public library for extra points.

We are pretty bus-savvy now (more on that later) and have recently found our way to Fremont, Ballard, and Wallingford (more on those too!) We are very lucky in that all of these places are a 10-15 minute bus ride from our place.

Of course, when we speak to new Seattle-based friends and workmates, we discover that most of them have never been to Wallingford, let alone know about the bus that goes there. Or a bus that goes anywhere. So suddenly, we are like experts!

(Wallingford, btw, scores pretty highly. It is a convenient, flat neighbourhood, with loads of shops and restaurants. This is Meridian Playground, which is an awesome open, grassy space with a great playground.)

And then there are moments of revelation, where you discover things you probably should have known. (Like in Sydney when you realise there are actually suburbs north of Mosman or Chatswood!)

We visited a suburb in SE Seattle called Mt. Baker. It’s very pretty.  We were walking around the wide, attractive streets, killing time while we waited for the bus, when through the trees I caught a panaoramic view  of Lake Washington, and the huge I90 bridge that takes you to Mercer Island. Lake Washington is huge. And beautiful. And there’s all these other places on the other side of it like Bellevue and Kirkland. And here I was feeling like such an expert because I’ve been to a few suburbs around Lake Union!

Well. We have lots of travelling to do. I’ll be keeping you posted!