We spent several hours marching up and down a park that ran along the Columbia River. The Taste of Portland was going on, so there were lots of people on the path, as well as a group of Mennonites singing and passing out fliers, a pack of female roller derby skaters and assorted street people. When we finished our daily constitutional, we went to find Voodoo Donuts. It is in a scruffy section of town with a long line of VERY scruffy patrons, however the donuts were fresh and extremely varied. And, despite the scruffiness factor, there was lots of interesting architecture.
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