Walking through Portland's Historical District is somewhat reminiscent of an east coast city. While the teens slept in, Bill and I had breakfast at the Morning Star Cafe and then strolled over to the outdoor market. Vineyard. On. Steroids. We've been on a mission to find Martha's Vineyard south for a potential retirement venue, but we accidentally found the Vineyard NW. The Saturday market revealed all the creative and entrepreneurial talent of the community. Musicians and dancers entertained the throngs of people. Lots of energy flowing in the streets! The teens joined us for the scene, and then we parted ways. Bill and I ducked into a bar to watch the last 15 minutes of the World Cup match between Germany and Uruguay. We all met back at the hotel and Billy set the next agenda. He led the way to Powell's book store. OMG. A fascinating collection of new and used books. Again we parted ways. The teens pursued Apples' music store, and we hung out at an outdoor cafe in the Pearl District, with Solo at our feet. We all met up again at Blue Hour restaurant for dinner, with Solo at our feet. An awesome day in the city!
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