We started this morning at Voodoo Donuts, which is a very weird place; I think it fits in quite well with the Keep Portland Weird motto:
If you find yourself in need of a donut with no cash, there is a colorful cash machine in the store:
And a case with voodoo accoutrements as needed:
There is a porn theater next door - apparently there are very few porn theaters left in the U.S. (I guess no one wants them in the neighborhood) so this is special. I was unaware of the depletion of special theaters, being that I get out so seldom. (According to Boy-child, John Waters complains about there being so few left.) Anyway, if you're interested in porn, they're showing Hentai right now.
Getting back to more mainstream events ... We got here yesterday in the morning, too early to check in. To pass the time we suffered through a first pass in Powell's:
I kind of hate to say it, but it was a bit overwhelming. We went back today though, and it was more manageable given that expectations were more realistic. I'm assuming that the knitting section was sparse because there were 2,000 knitters here last weekend for the Sock Summit.
The Ace Hotel was found by Girl-child through the blogosphere. I must say it did not look too promising from the outside:
Inside, however, it is quite amazing. The artwork is by locals, the nightstands are vintage suitcases, the blankets special issue for the Ace by Pendleton:
There are two little alcoves with beds for the kids:
And it's close to everything. In fact, it's one short block to Powell's. And there's cool art in some of the public areas too. And a photo booth in the lobby.
We hit the Museum of Contemporary Craft yesterday, where they had a glass spinning wheel:
And some very cool stuff, although all of it is priced out of our range:
I was a bit disappointed that there was no knitted stuff, but I suppose you can't have everything.
Everyone is getting along swimmingly, as you can tell from the above photo. Pato and I are feeling rather old though, since there seem to be no people here under the age of 40. I wonder what they did with them?
Additional photos of local sights to be added as possible. Tomorrow we're going to the coast, and possibly to see Howard Hughes' fabulous flying machine, the Spruce Goose.