So Thursday was our first full day in Portland after arriving late
Sharon had an agenda. On a previous visit here, she had been taken to the Lan Su Chinese Garden and ever since had wanted to share it with me. I was willing and just barely enthusiastic. I was wrong, this is a must see. Built by traditional craftsmen from China in 2000, this is an extraordinary place. Fortunately we had visited a couple of monastaries when we were in China in 2010, otherwise I would not have appreciated this experience, meant to replicate the home and gardens of a 16th century wealthy Chinese family. After strolling through we enjoyed a Chinese tea service.
The tea house asked that folks silence their phones, which we were happy to do, and Sharon kept hers silenced as we headed to our next stop, a holy of holies for bibliophiles, Powell’s Books.
|The tea service, very complex and ritualized. Good tea, though|
|The tea infused egg was a taste and visual treat|
|And it wasn't. The archway was just one thing too many|
|Love this elephant in the park, notice the homeless abode beneath. Portland seems to tolerate a large transient population|
|My warning was that I would carry one book ten blocks or ten books one block, do the math. Sharon ignored me.|