Today, I had a fantastic day.
That’s a horrible way to begin a post. I hate to read the daily drivel of the typical blog writer (worse yet, my own). Today, I don’t care. I had a practically perfect day.
I’m in Portland, again. I live near Boston, but I’ve been in Portland about half-time since April. I’ve spent a few weekends here. But this time it’s different. It’s not raining.
Portland’s Farmers’ Market
I start my day at the Farmers’ Market at Portland State University. I have a high standard for these outdoor events, since I did grad school in Madison, Wisconsin which has, IMHO, the best Farmers’ Market in the World.
Although it is about one-half the size of Madison’s massive market, I am not disappointed by Portland’s offering. It has a fantastic array of high-quality produce, baked goods, coffee, and more. All arranged around a pedestrian-only park with live music in two venues.
A splendid retinue of slightly eccentric Portlanders wanders by to amuse me as I sit on the steps of higher learning, munching an anise-and-fig brioche from the Pearl Bakery and sipping coffee from the Spunky Monkey. Life is good.
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