Fried dough is quite an appetite killer. After an evening doughnut, I had very little interest in dinner.
I got to my hotel an hour before sunset. I parked the car, dumped my luggage in my room, and made the most of the daylight. Without a plan, I wandered towards the Willamette River, finding Voodoo Doughnuts along the way. I ate a Voodoo Doll near Burnside Bridge, wandered a few more blocks, and called it a night. (I do wish I had gotten a second doughnut for the next morning. Maybe I would have looked a little more lively in these photos!)
Jacket, DKNY Jeans (thrifted). Dress, Under Skies (consignment). Shoes, Ferragamo (thrifted).