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| Room with a view |
So, we arrive and it's almost midnight, and Marcus and I hit the hotel bar for a nightcap of Willamette Valley pinot noir, and when the bartender sees me admiring the vast selection of craft gin upon his shelves he pours us a couple of samples...
...and then an angel sits beside me and talks of "mythical magic" and "passion's fate" and "heaven's call," and I sneak a photo of the angel on my iPhone, and when I finally get back to my room to look at it, this is what I see...
...and thus I am left in no doubt whatsoever that I have truly arrived in Portland, Oregon.
