Beyond Montlake (and my first vintage score)

Let's see, Monday we went to some op-shops in Kirkland (between Seattle and Redmond), Tuesday I led us to Capitol Hill in search of decent coffee at a place called Joe Bar. We then proceeded down Broadway and looked in a few shops. Jet-lag returned and we headed home, followed by dinner at the local Ale House in celebration of Charlotte's birthday. (Her party is later.) I had a couple of local American beers, neither of which I finished because they were both awful. On Wednesday, Sophie and I went unaccompanied (so far we had been driven by Amelia) to Capitol Hill again where I went back to Red Light Vintage. Interestingly, the layout there reminded me of Retrostar in Melbourne: the ground floor was quasi-vintage/rock/hipster/Brand Name clothing, and it's not until I went down into the basement that I found the 'real' vintage. That's where I found my woolen knickerbockers. Oh yeah. I also found a dress for Victoria on the "nifty '50s" rack of dresses. No "sporty '40s" or "dirty '30s" racks unfortunately. Amusingly, the sales assistant didn't know what a cravat was when I asked if they had anyway; bloody hipsters, maybe they should consider spending their money on relevant self-edification rather than groovy tattoos on their fingers, teehee.
Then we went on to 'Downtown' where we just wandered a bit, wandered into Macy's and wandered into some perfectly long argyle socks to go with my knickerbockers. The city streets are not as wide in Seattle compared to Melbourne, no doubt partially due to the absence of trams, so the buildings are closer together. This combined with each building's big stature and the generous population of big trees, gives downtown a dense, busy but not not claustrophobic atmosphere. The use of open spaces here helps too.