Oh, Portland. You fir-treed oasis for wishers, dreamers and life simplifiers. Where your girls have perfected the no makeup makeup look and your lads could pass for barkeeps sliding glasses of moonshine into waiting grass-stained hands.
Where your hotels whisper sexy secrets in low husky baritones. Where your photobooths fool weary travelers into parting with far too much hard earned pocket change.
Where your craft fairs brim with cats and cat paraphernalia.
Where your lush greenery inspire even the most tone deaf to capture photographs for their never-gonna-happen debut vinyl.
Where your lingering presence in our memories has us waxing poetically.
And now, onto the next.