Thursday, June 12, 2008. I only remember the title: "A Walker in the City," by Alfred Kazin; nothing about its contents. I bought it in 1970, just for the title, when I was briefly living in Toronto. Don't even remember whether I finished it. Lately, I've been a walker--and a runner--in this city. Each walk or run takes me to a new place.
Monday, it was downtown to the library to get a card--my first official piece of my new identity. It's a lovely old building, and such a contrast to Rem Koolhaas's Seattle library. Both are great. I confess I didn't explore all of the library here, but did find a room that's sort of a mini-version of the great reading room at the New York Public Library. Libraries are such inviting, comfortable places.
In the next block was the "Urban Meadow." Hundreds of pots of flowers and grasses filled Pioneer Square. And in the background, a Nordstrom and a Starbucks. A nice contrast.
That evening, the magnetism of Papa Haydn's, (Dessert Destination of the Western World!), pulled us out of the apartment and down 23rd. Judging by the waiting line, the force field is pretty darn strong. Papa's is just eight blocks away, so it will take many walks/runs to counter the effects of brownies the size of Kansas. Cheers.
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