Did a wee bit of traveling last month, and here are some snaps I took doing the touristy thing around Portland.
If there’s one place you visit while you’re there its Powell’s books. I swear I dreamed of that bookstore before I ever went there. I had to ask El to get me out before I had a heart attack and passed out on the floor out of sheer amazement (This is after going completely nuts and grabbing a stack of books to buy). The photos don’t do it justice. I didn’t even see the entire place! Book city. A block full of books. New and old, all shelved together so you can get almost everything by every author. I could have spent days there without leaving. Bliss.
Random vintage stores of which there are a plethora.
And the crazy long lineup for Voodoo Donuts. We gave up. I don’t love donuts enough to wait, but other people were more than willing.
I wouldn’t recommend this as a health plan.
Pubs’s tucked away in odd industrial corners.
It was a good but busy weekend. Not really too much of a holiday, but it was great to get away for just a short while. And thus ends this week’s non-writerly update.