Old Southwest free art gallery stop today by the fountain, tentacle benches in stone. Warm air, sound of water carrying down a quiet street. Glass-front little library of tiny art. Left a space cat and spider-legged 3D printed bowl (looked like it might scuttle off if I turned away), took handmade paper with soft edges, flecks of color pressed in. Quiet art barter, no words. Visit it, and share your art, and take some!
Drove over to Nakhon Thai, the table outside under just enough shade to make the sun friendly. Cloverdale traffic hum, a light breeze threading between cars. Door opening now and then, letting out a gust of lemongrass and curry like someone cracked a window into summer. Spring rolls crisply hot and cool dips. Fried tofu, gold shell over soft middle. Pad prik king, beans still-crisp, slow red curry heat. Drunken noodles with basil bright, trace of wok char. Cold drinks sweating in time with me, so glad August was being gentle. Second visit, just as good as the first. Will return.
Bakery stop for a sweet before heading home. More on that later.
