Art, Murals, Photography, Photos, Portland, Street Art, Travel, Wine
I’ve been walking about a bit. I’m tired and I’m sweating. Whether it’s measured in miles or degrees of humidity, Portland is a long way from Barrow. Southitude brings with it many wonderful things, but I always find the transition just a little jarring.
I enter a wine bar and sit down. I soon have a number of glasses in front of me, each filled with a taste of a different red wine. The owner begins to tell me about the first one.
…and quickly loses me.
The features of each sample are quite lost on me, though the friendliness of the people here isn’t. I eventually settle on a glass of something red. I don’t know which it is and I can hardly tell it from the others, but I like it. “It’s good.” That would be the extent of my tasting note. My tongue is a bull in this china shop. This is a good place, but perhaps it’s a bit better for a different kind of customer. Luckily, I think there is one more mural somewhere down the block, something to look forward to after enjoying my glass of something red.
Oh look, Street Art!
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Norbert Haupt said:
I know what you mean. When a wine seller tells me about the different wines, and what I should be drinking with the meal I am having, I fade out within seconds. Then I ask: “What beer do you have on draught?” – and I check out the art on the walls – if there is any.
Some great street art in Buckman, but I like the folk art style of Buchman itself the most. I’ve not seen that style of art outdoors before.
Juliana Lightle said:
I have several friends who love Portland. Me, I am in Albuquerque for a long weekend. I love New Mexico.
Oh man I love Portland. I swear if I lived there I’d gain 400 pounds. And my ex used to say of me: “You’d drink the water out of a flower pot if it were alcoholic.” Guilty! Four dollar wine tastes just fine to me!
Wine. Good for you. I’m just now figuring out beer. At 47, I don’t know if I’ll have time to wade through wine beyond your “It’s good” appraisal.
Bob R said:
The only way to get to ‘know’ wine is to taste lots. There are no shortcuts. Thankfully. 🙂
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