I met up with two friends from college days upon arrival (one of whom graciously hosted us at her Portland home), and we immediately set out in search of (a) lunch and (b) pastries. We found both at La Petite Provence. And then we picked up some emergency backup pastries at Pix Patisserie to tide us over the next few nights. When we weren't eating at Panero's or at Thai Peacock. (In case you're wondering, over the course of three days we did actually dine at places that did not begin with the letter P.)
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Tucker the Baby Psittacosaurus, however, was undeniably the cutest critter in the place.
And there was even a separate room filled with minerals that flouresced under black light. Very cool!
And of course we stopped at the incomparable Powell's to shop for books.
"What about the ponies?" OK, OK, already. I didn't see any real ponies, but did spy several toy ponies tied to old hitching rings embedded in the city's curbs, all there thanks to a community art effort called The Horse Project.
More pastries, more coffee, then back home to *sigh* responsibilities and expectations.