Pike Place Market is one of the most popular places to visit when touring the city of Seattle, and it’s for good reason. The local farmers, fishmongers, and produce sellers always have great energy and their products are fresh. The atmosphere of the place is crowded and often times frenetic. People love the live fish sailing through the air, the harsh calls of the fruit sellers, and the smell of every imaginable food pervading through the area. Sadly, as Pike Place Market becomes more of a tourist attraction than a genuine food market, many of the fruit, fish, and grocery sellers leave in favor of those offering souvenirs, arts and crafts, and curios. While Pike Place Market is unique in having a wide variety of retail stalls as well as local coffee shops and restaurants in the area, the true initial appeal of the market for me was the fresh produce, the day’s catch, and the lively community of local farmer vendors. They give Pike Place Market the genuine feel of a local open air market and keep the place interesting and colorful.
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At dawn, it’s the illuminated neon sign that catches my eye first, followed by the few early morning fish mongers who are already icing their bins and transferring the fresh halibut, lingcod, and salmon into their stalls. The nearby floors are washed down of fish scales and even the chill air can’t diminish that distinct smell of fish permeating the market. As the day wears on, I love the colors that appear everywhere in the stalls. Red neon lights and deep blue sky give way to bright red peppers, white mushrooms, and green apples. Fruits and vegetables mingle in a riot of vibrant colors that makes me hungry from the start. As I wander from stall to stall, merchants eagerly shout out sale prices and point to the crisp leaves of lettuce and plump carrots to sway me. A couple of flower shops are filled with fragrant lilies, crimson roses, and mixed bouquets of daisies, but they seem to pale in comparison to the unbelievable hues flashing from the produce stalls. I’m not sure what I would cook, but my eyes impel me to purchase a brisk bouquet of celery, a bag of seedless maroon grapes, and a handful of multicolored cherry tomatoes. The variety of crops available in the food stands makes me forget that the market is also home to some renowned restaurants, which might come in handy as the skies darken and a handful of chill raindrops pelt down on me. However, the change in weather doesn’t affect the atmosphere of the market’s main arcade. The crowds keep warm wandering from vivid shop to shop, the vitality of the produce markets keeping the grey dampness at bay. I ponder buying a bag of pistachios before heading to the neighboring movie theater, but the antics of the fish mongers and the shouts of the fruit sellers keep distracting me. I think I might examine those bright yellow ears of corn for sale before making any decisions.
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