Portland was a lovely city to pause in. We got out of the car to stretch our legs at this wonderful rose garden. The Rose Garden society takes care of the hundreds of rose bushes. Doesn't that sound like a fun society to belong to? Sounds right out of the 50's, lots of gossip, tea, and tupperware.
We later wandered down to the riverfront in search for the smallest park in the world. You might blink and mistaken it for a planter. People have written reviews on this little dollop and claim to have lovely picnics by it. I wanted to build a swingset out of popsicle sticks and weed the little park.
The blues festival was going on and our Harris eyes spotted alligator on a stick. Had to try it.
Tasted fishy to me, but chicken to the rest.
We also heard of a place called Voodoo donuts. They make little people out of donut dough, fill them with jelly (blood), frost them and add an outlined heart. Finish touch is a pretzel stabbed right through that outlined heart. It's very popular, open 24hrs with a line out the door. It was 9PM with a line still out the door. It moved fast and I couldn't help to notice the sign across the street that said "Keep Oregon Weird".