All of these posts, and there are more to come, are for memories' sake, for Maria, especially. She asked me to write them down, the things we saw and did, the time we shared, because she loves CB, how it keeps things saved up for her to revisit. I promised her, too, that when the time comes, CB will not be deleted, but quietly archived, set to private, and available to her for as long as she, and her brothers, like.
During our leisurely Sunday morning déjeuner, we talked about bus routes, and stops along the way, and the prospect of finding the legendary City of Books!
Effectively, the only "real problem" with Portland, Oregon, is the abundance of tempting, critically acclaimed, popular, great smelling, and intriguing dining options. We kept saying, Next time. Next time, with the boys, and Bambi.
Effectively, the only "real problem" with Powell's City of Books is the abundance of tempting, critically acclaimed, popular, great smelling, and intriguing reading options. We kept saying, Next time. Next time, with the boys,and Bambi. We hardly new where to begin. We called the boys, and Bambi, to ask them if they had any requests. We went up stairs, through aisles, around corners, down stairs, into color coded regions, where every employee we met was alert, attentive, and amiable.
Our "real problem?" Lack of luggage space, and the prospect of hauling everything back on the train ride home! It was an amusing predicament, and one we had to regularly remind ourselves of every time we saw something too good to resist!