Sunday in my City

I love having house guests. It is an opportunity to be a tourist in my own city. I always tell people I am from Portland, and I really feel I am even though I no longer live in Portland proper. We are out on the edges—technically in no city at all—so I can choose where I call home. Sometimes weeks go by when I don't set foot in the city, but I do love downtown Portland and, everchanging as it is, there is something new to see every time we venture downtown. Thanks to visits from my friend Kristin LaFlamme and my cousin Ginger and the marvelous Quilt! Knit! Stitch! Show, I have spent more time in the city in the past two weeks than I have in the past six months.

Sunday, Ginger, Ray and I went down to the Bijou Cafe for breakfast, then walked along the river and through the Saturday Market. It was a perfect Portland day. See— it really doesn't rain here all the time!

Outside Voodoo Donuts. Blues guitar. She was good!

Food cart city.

Historic

A Benson Bubbler. You have to love a city whose founders put water fountains all through the public streets. 

Saturday Market, under the bridge 

Ray makes a purchase

Henna tattoos

Dog creating a puddle right in front of the bench where we were sitting. It's a "dog town"

"Why complain when it rains? This is what it means to be free."