Happy Birthday America!
It’s been a busy few days here in Boring. No .... seriously.
Yesterday Debbie and I took the commuter train into Portland and ate our way through the historic district.
We laughed a lot too.
Almost immediately, we head for a food cart area and carefully browse the culinary exotica.
Debbie shows off her gyro.
Made with love.
I order an gyro as big as my head too! Soon, my face is slathered in tzatziki sauce. No photos.
A must-see for visitors is venerable Powell’s Books, housing a reported 1 million volumes – new and used.
There is a good selection of hard-to-find books by one of my favorite British cozy authors. (Pen name: Miss Read. Actual name: Dora Saint). She writes about the busy goings-on in a small Cotswold village. Her books are absolutely charming and much-loved.
After a quick gelato stop, our train arrives to whisk us back to camp.
My quick take is that Portland is unique city among big cities. It’s clean, oddly quiet, doesn’t smell of exhaust, and allows easy street crossings. If so inclined, one can even jaywalk in the city center without fear of losing a crucial body part.
I want to go back for more. Fortunately, we return tomorrow for Portland's big Saturday Market.
P.S. A word on the weather: SPLENDID!