Seattle doesn't beg to be loved; the infatuation is immediate. I fell for the Emerald city as soon as I saw Elliot Bay, its surrounding islands, and the Space Needle from my airplane seat. Even its reputation for terrible weather and the occasional raindrop didn't deter me from setting out on foot for Pike Place Market. The vibe is a bit hectic, full of smells, sights, and junk wares, just the way public markets should be. A vast display of fresh fish, fruit and veg, flowers, even some local artisanal wares like glass jewelry made for great a time of wandering. Of course, Seattle is the home of Starbucks Coffee with the original store front in located at the end of the market. I chose to continue my trek sans coffee through the alleys playing tourist, visiting antique shops, the brewery, and Italian delicatessen. My last stop before their closing at 6pm: buying a souvenir shot glass for my brother. I think he'd love Seattle.