Crush of students, crushed rose petals perfuming the path, my crush on the physical campus of UW growing with every visit.
Having traipsed my shivering way through the city today, I think I’ll document how lovely my past couple of afternoons at the university have been.
Lunch outside the Guggenheim building, with rose-scented breezes and chatting students strolling around the grand fountain. Almost ideal. I’m trying to find the perfect yogurt, and this greek-style is good until you read the fat content. By Zeus, the stuff has 17 grams. Cannery Row, on the other hand, is fat-free with lots of pith and fiber for the old noggin to chew on.