I’ve got another day of Portland stories for you!
Tuesday morning began bright and early with a trip to Powell’s City of Books, the largest used and new bookstore in the world. It occupies an entire city block in downtown Portland, and I nearly fainted as we walked through the doors. There are rooms upon rooms and floors upon floors filled with rows and rows of books; it is absolutely the mecca of all bookstores, a bibliophile’s dream. We grabbed a scone and a couple cups of coffee and ambled through the bookstore to my heart’s content. It was totally overwhelming (Jax even described it as dizzying), but so much fun browsing through the multitudes of books. We didn’t buy anything, purely because there were too many titles to choose from. I wanted them all, but since that was slightly unrealistic, I settled for none. But oh, my heart rejoiced in the presence of all those words.
Jax had to drag me out of there, and he succeeded only because we needed to get lunch before our bike tour started.
Insert delicious deli sandwiches and potato salad from Kenny & Zuke’s.
A bit later, we found ourselves cruising around Portland on rented bicycles. Portland is great because biking is such a common part of the culture there that drivers are extremely courteous and totally willing to share the road. We had covered a lot of the same ground while exploring on foot earlier in the week, but we also saw some new areas and learned some new facts. Plus, it’s always nice to get a fresh perspective on things. We cruised around town for several hours and miles, occasionally stopping to tour this or that interesting landmark.
The weather was perfect for being outdoors, as we were delighted to find was the case each day we were there. I’m told that we (unintentionally) chose the single most perfect week of the year to visit Portland. The skies were warm and sunny, yet refreshing in a way Memphis doesn’t offer, and there was not a drop of their characteristic rain to interfere with our many activities.
Books, bikes, and beautiful weather with the boyfriend. Doesn’t get too much better than that.