Today I added the Portland MAX (Metropolitan Area Express) to my long list of transportational flavours that I’ve sampled in 2012. I made my briefest ever trip to the city today when the Amtrak train I was on stopped at Portland’s Union Square Station for just over an hour. I used that time to make a mad dash into the city along Broadway to Pioneer Square, passing by my favorite downtown cafe, The Portland Coffee House, now called Public Domain.
As soon as I reached Pioneer Square, I only had enough time to stand there for a moment before I needed to head back. I walked along 6th Avenue then heard the familiar bell of the MAX coming down the road. I waited a few moments then jumped on and rode it two stops down the line to Union Square Station to re-board my Amtrak train and continue my long journey to California from Seattle.
I wish I could have stayed longer in Portland. I am very fond of this city, it reminds me in many ways of Melbourne in Australia with its art scene, coffee, hipsters, fixie bikes, and trams. It was really pleased I made the seemingly pointless dash to Pioneer Square. Sure, I didn’t get to see any of my friends here, or have a coffee at Public Domain or Stumptown Coffee. I didn’t get to enjoy a rainbow roll at Koji Osaka sushi bar, I had no time to visit the weekend artist’s market, and I wasn’t able to wander aimlessly around Powell’s, the largest independent used and new bookstore in the world. However, I’m happy I got to walk into the city and and enjoy being there once more, if only for a few stolen moments.