Port Townsend, Jefferson County, WA. Everything our little town could be but isn’t.
We had lunch at Silverwater Cafe and wandered around the farmers market. I took some self portraits and practiced shooting from the hip. Imagined living in one of these lovely old buildings in this cute little downtown in the middle of nowhere.
Next time (when I’m with someone a little more literary) I want to go in here:
We loved the look of this place but the best place for ice cream is down the street. I ate my dutch malt sugar cone before I thought to take a photo of it, or note the name of the shop. But it’s down the far end of town. And worth waiting in line for.
We ate on the dock, looking out at rich people playing on a very expensive boat and laughing (quietly) at a couple wearing matching outfits (tan cargo pants and navy shirts). Watched one ferry leave and another come in. Noticed the mountains out to the east and west. Remarked on the beauty of this area with its waterways, forests and mountain ranges.
On the way out of town we stopped at this place I had seen as we came into town (at the first roundabout) – hardware was the least of it.
I’d better put the rest of the pix on flickr or you’ll be here all day.