this night

October full moon.

easily entertained

Dinner outdoors on Victoria Row (a restaurant-lined pedestrian street, complete with piano player), in Charlottetown, PEI, under twinkle lights.

This is how I passed the time waiting for the waiter to return with the check.

night jumpers

Discovered a giant outdoor bouncy thing tonight near our inn.

Naturally, we bounced.

on porto and port (and european decorations)

Porto is port wine's namesake, and the place where most official port wine is blended and aged. Technically, though, the warehouses are across the river from Porto, in a separate town (although you wouldn't know it to look at it) called Vila Nova de Gaia. The big port producers all have Hollywood-style signs above their warehouses, peppering the hillside with "Sandeman" and "Graham's" and "Dow" and the like. The main tourist attractions in Porto, therefore, are the warehouses, where you can get a tour and—more to the point—a tasting for a few euros or less.

I went to Croft's warehouse for my free tour and tasting—and tasted a ruby, a white, and a twenty-year-old tawny. I could wax pretty eloquent about the history of port and its different types, but I'll spare you. Suffice it to say that I really like port. A lot a lot.

The top photo is of a Porto street (or two) and its seasonal attire. So far I've found most of Europe to be very good at dressing their cities for the holidays.

goodbye brooklyn, #03

The Brooklyn Bridge.

Slightly out of order in the time-space continuum, but I finally got this roll of film back. Judging by the three weeks it took the local lab to develop the roll, I'm guessing not many people in rural Minnesota shoot medium format film anymore.