As Saturday evening came to a close and we lay in bed resting our weary feet after 15,000 steps, I said to Rob how perfect that day had been. Even had it only included making last minute plans to see a Pulitzer-nominated play (more on that later in the week) and a wonderful dinner of oysters and clams in our own hotel’s restaurant, it would have been more than enough. But, by far, the best part of our Saturday in Seattle: the Women’s March.
 
We knew going down that the march was taking place and we’d be in an area nearby. After a couple of hotel room coffees, we went in search of a bite before the play and started to see barricades erected in the area in which we found ourselves. Soon we could see row upon row of bicycle and motorcycle cops – a scene familiar to many of us from when Toronto hosted the G20 summit – and we knew the parade was near.
 

 
I was almost running along the sidewalk to get pictures to share here of some of the signs. These were just a few that I captured amongst the tens of thousands that were held along the march route. 
 

 
I kept checking to make sure Rob was keeping up, until finally I was asking myself why I wasn’t a real part of this? Within about five minutes of watching the parade pass, I said, “You wanna?” and he said, “Sure!” and we just joined right in. We wrapped my pinkish and purple scarf across our shoulders and walked hand in hand chanting, smiling and, yes, tearing up at the confluent emotions of anger and joy that ran through the mass of women, children and men taking part under grey and sometimes misting clouds.
 

 
You can’t have a march without a chant and this one I captured just as the overhead train went by, honking its horn in support. A wonderful moment you’re going to have to see and hear!
 

 
The march ended after some 5 kilometres at Seattle Arts Park, where a rally was held featuring music, speeches and a whole lot of renewed hope for change coming to the US political scene after the 2018 midterms (if not sooner).
 

 
Rob and I couldn’t stay for the rally; we had tickets to a play at 2 pm. As we walked home later in the dark, we saw this sign in a planter. It said it all.
 

 
I’ll be back with you here tomorrow with lots more stories to tell, from last minute decisions that we were glad we made, to a head-scratching situation at security. (There’s no audio journal today as we flew in after midnight. Thanks to you and and the good folks at Caru for understanding.)