View of Seattle from my room
There’s an old song by Perry Como called “Seattle”, where he sings of the the bluest skies he’s ever seen as being in Seattle. I’m not sure if Perry “did” irony, because Seattle is famous for being very wet and rainy, but there was certainly no hint of blue skies in the four days we were there. Our flight from Vancouver was delayed for over two hours because of a snow storm in Seattle and when we finally landed there it was in almost totally white conditions after one of the biggest snow dumps they had seen in ten years. The cab ride into town was quite hairy and every now and then we could feel the wheels slipping beneath us on the ice and snow which covered the roads. Once in the city, any attempts to wander around and explore were pretty well useless for the first two days. The sidewalks were treacherously slippery with ice and snow inches thick on them. Many buses were not running as, even with chains, the hills were too icy for them and cabs were like hens teeth. Even if we had been able to venture very far away from the hotel, there was little point. Most of the museums, markets and city stores were closed or had shortened their opening hours because their staff were stuck at home, so our first couple of days were very quiet and restful indeed – not altogether a bad thing.
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