And since they begin hyping the Rose Festival months and months in advance, Don and I headed downtown to see what all the fuss was about. It was a beautiful, sunny day in the mid-70s. When we pulled up onto Naito Parkway (the street that runs alongside the waterfront) we were greeted by a Seurat-style scene: people reading books, lovers strolling hand in hand, families complete with dog with wagging tail--all sprawled out, basking in the sun. (As seen in the picture directly above.)
Just a bit further up the street, right past the Hawthorne Bridge, was the fair. We spent the rest of the day walking past all of the "Step right up! We have a winnah!" booths; stopped by the big (small) top to see the resident juggler; visited the petting zoo where I made friends with a little pygmy bunny; ate what might just have been the best ice cream bar ever--freshly dipped in chocolate and peanuts--and gazed at all of the young families...smiling, knowing that we would most definitley be here next year pushing our stroller, introducing our little Portland native to the festival.
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