Faces at the table
At Large in Ballard by Peggy Sturdivant
I spent the day before Thanksgiving almost everywhere except Ballard, finally coming home to roost by way of the Ballard Market. A series of errands inadvertently took me on tour of neighborhoods that comprise my Seattle past; no wonder I felt so wistful by the time I finally reached home.
My day started with breakfast on lower Queen Anne with an old friend.