Excerpt from article written for Washington State Tourism
... Evening has the farmers packing up and preparing for the next day. The crowd begins to slowly disperse, and you notice the clopping sound of horse carriages. Standing in a cobblestone alleyway, surrounded by the lingering smell of fresh fish, and watching the sun finally set, you can almost feel what it must have been like nearly a century ago. They didn’t have neon signs back then, but you get the picture.
