On top of Seattle - the China Room with a 360 degree view

The China room of the Smith Building overlooks the City and all we had great time. The VINI wines are selling extremely well in the State of Washington, thanks to our fantastic distributor and his team.

This is the view on a sunny day and we had one.

I had to visit Occupy Seattle - I am now unofficial photographer of Occupy.



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Anonymous said…
Is there a place to buy Bulgerian Rakia in San Jose or close by?

Thanks!!!
December 2, 2011 at 11:55 PM
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