I wish I had a picture of us biking in our matching garb, borrowed messenger bag and helmets, especially the helmets which were popular, but not as popular as they should be for city cyclists. Hipsters, pay attention.
Doing that made me feel infinitely more connected to the city, giving me an opportunity to make like I belonged, and experience more than you could just walking around in a new environment.
I also wish that I had pictures of all the yummy foods we ate, or even just the names of the restaurants that Talu took me to, but frankly, I'm not that organized.
So instead I have a bunch of random shots, from around town, and my two favorite Portland shopping locations, one old, one new.
The weather was fabulous when I got there, sunny, in the 6os and, at times, almost summery. I even got a tiny bit of a tan from all the biking.
One of the must stops on my list was Powell's bookstore, where I could pretty much live, even if it meant eating nothing but muffins from the coffee shop and sleeping between rite-in-the-rain displays in the haunted corridor.
In fact, now that I'm thinking about it, maybe I could just be cremated and spread somewhere in the fiction section, when I die? Maybe they'd think it was morbid...Anyways, check out this ah-mazing Nancy Drew-shelf.
I grew up with 60s Nancy colors, with her bright red page-boy do, and lots of close-ups, but these are sweet too. Now that I think about it maybe those were illustrated by a Finnish cover artist? Does anyone else remember 60s style Nancy Drew covers?
When I was reading them the series was titled (directly translated) Miss Detective. That always cracks me up. Another interesting tidbit is that in Finland Nancy is actually called Paula Drew. I don't know why. They didn't bother to change Georges name, for instance, and that's way harder to prononce than Nancy...
So, if you haven't been there, you must be wondering by now if Powell's even sells any non-Carolyn Keene related literature. Fret not. It ain't called "The City of Books" for nothin'.
In fact it was so busy, that the only place I could find to take a shot was in the nerd-isle, which featured titles on poker, with Lara Croft on the cover. Now that's quality literature.
They have this really cute system of staff recommendations.
Honestly, I got totally overwhelmed in the store both times I've been there. Like misting up, hyperventilating overwhelmed. If I could I would just stay forever, roaming between the books, foraging for food in the afore-mentioned cafe. I've felt the same way in the British Museum reading room, and the Village Voice bookstore in Paris. Places with books are like churches to me.
I did manage to escape without too much financial damage, and score some essentials, such as a couple of Annie Proulx titles, as well as entirely new books as well. Our next stop however turned out to be a little bit more wallet-damaging...
No, I did not go visit the city of plaid, but the Red Light vintage store. They have one in Seattle too.
Thank Goddess we went in about half an hour before they closed. I could have bought everything. Well, maybe not everything, but there was a lot of cute stuff.
I got a bunch of swap stuff, a daisy-dress, which had been on my list for a long time, a pair of leggins, which is always on my list and a new favorite dress:
It may not look like much on pixels, but it's pure magic head-to-toe. Real live outfit pics coming soon.
The most fun I had in Portland though, was hanging out with Talu, eating yummy cuisines and taking bike trips, such as this bike-and-hike to the top of Mt. Tabor. Shopping is one thing, but biking friends are a whole lot more fun.
Other awesome things I saw in Portland that I did not get a picture of:
1. A yellow 80s Toyota Corolla with four teenagers in it who were all wearing Kiss-face-paint.
2. A gang of three hipsters on bikes all wearing different colored skinny jeans, one smoking, one drinking what looked like a beer.
3. A Victorian house painted all different colors, but only the top floor visible because it's whole front yard was full of cherry trees.
4. A stop sign that said: STOP waiting for Godot. (I think I've seen one in Seattle too.)
5. Two fully geared, spandex clad sports cyclists asking directions from bums. The bums were obliging them.
All in all, Portland gets a high score for a city, and a city not even by the sea mind you.