Water Street Creperie
Most mornings I like to take a walk in the historic downtown area of Port Townsend and while the streets are empty and the sun is coming up you really notice if a store has gone out of business and something new has popped up for rent. The past 12 months or so it seems we have had more closings than I have ever seen.
This morning I saw a very positive and upbeat sign. A new store called the Water Street Creperie that just opened 2 days ago. What a lovely and delightful shop! Tastefully decorated and beautifully furnished with tables, chairs, counters and imaginative art work.
There are outdoor tables and chairs, and a pass through counter for street side purchases.
They feature crepes with breakfast ingredients, (eggs, cheese, etc.) or lunch type with turkey and ham, a vegetarian offering, plus wonderful desert crepes. The two I would most like to try (as soon as I lose 20 pounds) are the Graham Cracker Crumble, and the Goat Cheese and Honey. YUMMMMM!
I met one of the owners, (who else would be there at 7 am.?) a nice young man named Brandon Ellard, who told me he grew up in Port Townsend, and his friendly employee Jackson. I welcomed them and wished them luck. Brandon's partner James Larson was out of town. A couple of brave and daring young men, and the backbone of our country's economy.



Port Townsend's New Cafe. 
The "Commander's House" at Fort Worden showed some "orbs" (not visible to the naked eye) in photograpy taken by a team of "ghost hunters" that visited Port Townsend in 2006. Built in the late 1800's and open to the public as a museum, this wonderful home overlooks the Parade Grounds at the fort.
The Palace Hotel (1889) is the favorite place of ghosts in the downtown area of Port Townsend. Average tourists have reported many stories of unusual activity ( a strange presesence) and employees have also seen or felt strange things at the hotel.
This event 10 years ago was one of my first clues about this kinky, funky little town, unlike any other! . No one had prepared me for the antics I was about to encounter, from the racers themselves, the event organizers, the Kinetic Kops and most of the towns people dressed in the strangest and most original costumes I had ever seen. 

