Got to Pike Market. I saw the flying fish. Not sure about the pig. Looked for naked Trump but he was gone. I posed with a living statue in honor of Amanda Palmer, ate the best clam chowder at Ivar's, took a picture by stringy bubble gum and blobs on a wall, saw the most magnificent Vampire Killing Kit in an "odditorium" of sorts by the docks. It wasn't for sale, but it was so great.
I also did a Ghost Hunters investigation in Seattle's underground. I felt so stupid, but it was fun. And no ghosts felt the need to reach out to me, I was insulted.