In which we are warmer still

Absolutely fabulous day, even if we really didn't go very far. Out for an evening walk later, down to Lake Union to watch the sun-maddened people twirl and skateboard and fly kites, with a crazy little French bulldog or Boston terrier trying to catch one the kites as it zipped around high above him. We stopped for a wonderful meal in Fremont, at a bistro transformed from its earlier incarnation as an earthy joint with great baked goods and soups. I miss that funky place, but this new form is a good place for a special dinner, say, one to celebrate a real day of spring.