Heading over to Powell’s Books for a browse.
Thinking I might grab lunch at the bistro round the corner.
Powell’s is one of those last great independent bookshops of mythic proportions you hear about.
Powell’s goes beyond just being a purveyor of dead tree matter. It is a bookshop that has reached critical mass.
Powell’s exists because Powell’s exists. I can only hope that this shop, and its ilk, never goes away.
And if you are ever in Portland, pay them a visit, if you love books or love reading, you won’t regret the small adventure.