Where are we? 21 March 2007, 15:22

That year in Lyon, I remember I cooked like crazy on our miscalibrated gas stove, and we saved our cash for nicer and nicer restaurants. The outdoor markets were great.

When Paris came to Seattle is not just a recipe for carrot fennel soup, but an encounter between worlds, when the French lady asks:

“Where is the Metro?”

“Oh, the Métro? The subway? Seattle doesn’t have a subway. But you can catch a bus on Third Avenue,” I explained, gesturing up the hill.

I think of Seattle a lot, from my time as a vicarious Stranger reader, and my thoughts of it are full of the tensions between urban density and the car lifestyle as explored by Stranger writers. I mean, even Edmonton has trains.

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