One of the things I love about Portland is that design seems to matter here in a way it doesn’t at home. Not design in the sense of uniformity, but a willingness to take risks – even when the risks don’t work. (It happens. Portland has more than its share of bad buildings, but that is the price they pay for a varied and interesting urban fabric. You have to take some bad along with the good.) In the end you have an amazing mishmash of structures of all vintages and styles. . . with lots of greenery mixed in for good measure.
The streetscape is never dull.
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