Portland Saturday Market

I love living near a pretty big city.  We lived right outside of DC for a year, but it seemed like such a hassle to go into the city.  One time, we decided to spend a few hours in the city on a Saturday, and not only did the 8 mile drive take us almost an hour, but we ran into a motorcade of black SUVs and were stuck in crazy traffic trying to get out of the city.  Not so fun.  Portland is a little different.  I can drive 25 minutes into downtown, find a parking spot, feel pretty safe, and then drive 25 minutes home (I don't think rush hour is as easy, but we've avoided it so far).

I continually look up restaurants and places I want to go in the city since it's a "foodie" town.  And Bryce, who would always rather be hiking up a mountain, reluctantly but lovingly says, "Yeah, we'll have to try it."  We finally had a very Portland-y day a couple weeks ago.  We got lunch at a foodtruck, walked to the waterfront, ate and people-watched, then walked around the market.

We opted for some greek gyros which ended up doused with a little too much sriracha.

The city of bridges

There are a lot of really fun fountains around the downtown area.  

There was a hoola-hooper, a knife thrower, and a few good street bands among other things such as tents with delicious frozen chocolate dipped bananas, donuts, beer, and sandwiches.  

Not impressed with the knife thrower

I wanted to try Voodoo donut, mainly because of all the hype about it, but the line was practically around a city block.  Bryce voted no.  How good can a donut really be?  I hoped that one day, I would find someone to wait in line with me to try it.  Just once because it is so well known and touristy for Portland.