Saturday market is a wonderful mashup of food, music, and art, more chaotic than Pike Place in Seattle, and larger than the street fairs in San Francisco. The Setagaya street fair in Tokyo was a kind of similar idea, but it didn’t have the raw festivity of the Market. I really missed this thing, and Alia and I thought it would be a great way to toss the Japanese exchange students right into the thick of PDX culture.
All sorts of stuff happening by the Skidmore fountain.
Hot sauce heaven.
This stuff was ridiculous. A tiny bit on the head of a toothpick, and my mouth was on fire for the next twenty minutes.
This stuff is 1.5 million Scovilles. Police pepper spray is about 2 million. The guy selling it had a blister from leaving a drop on his hands too long.
This is a stupid form of transportation. The guy that bought it is a stupid man. The marketing department that got him to buy it is kind of ballsy and awesome.
Priceless slogans, $20 price tag. Didn’t buy any this time, but “Just Jew It” was crying out to me.
He said this was a leopard. Looks like a cat to me.