Multnomah Village … and a Troll

Dear Liza,

With all this sunny weather, however temporary it may be, comes the need to be out in the world; so Auntie Bridgett and I had a short road trip to Multnomah Village.

This is a charming “Village in the center of Portland”, full of small shops, yummy cafes, and friendly people. To me, it feels far from ‘real’ Portland, even though it is less than 20 minute’s drive from our place.

We visited “Peggy Sunday”, a beautifully decorated shop of soaps, dishes, art, and toys, everything looking and smelling wonderful. We chatted with Judy Leach, who was running the shop, and learned that she loves France as much as we do.

As we walked down the street, we realized that despite the bright sunlight, it was very chilly. We stepped into Annie Bloom’s books to warm up, and I found a new collection of short stories called “Marple”. Think of it as fan fiction, if you will. Stories starring Miss Jane Marple, Agatha Christie’s geriatric British sleuth, but written by contemporary female authors. I have already finished one and am enjoying it immensely.

We continued to The Down to Earth Cafe for lunch, enjoying the delicious smells and the friendly hubbub of lunchtime. Delicious split pea soup, salads and sandwiches gave us the strength to carry on.

Having walked up and down the main drag of the Village, it was time for our next adventure. I realized that we were just minutes from The Nordic House, and that Auntie Bridgett hadn’t seen the Troll yet. Once we found parking (lots of people like this place!) we walked up the Troll Path and paid a visit to Ole Bolle.

This 30 foot high troll by Thomas Dambo is part of a series of trolls he has created in the Northwest. This one is shown opening a small red house as though it were a cookie jar to get at the goodies inside. It is so sweet and charming, with lovely details. It definitely brings out the kid in me.

We visited the Sauna Culture display in the Nordic House, then headed towards home. The sparkling clear skies gave us stunning views of the totally snow-covered Mt. Hood, just 90 miles east.

A pretty darn perfect day, I’d say.

Love,

Grandma Judy