Portland has a tangible sense of place.

 I love Portland's history and the little eddies and backwaters left by the currents of time,
and all the things that are uniquely Portland. I love the way Sandy Boulevard follows an old Native American way, and how the Sunset Highway lies over the original corduroy farm-to-harbor road that linked the Tualatin Valley to Portland in the mid-nineteenth century. I love being a city of bridges and the City of Roses. I love Powell's Books and Free Geek, the International Rose Test Garden and the Portland Rose Festival. I love the Tualatin Mountains and the way our Alphabet District grid streets run up against them. And I purely love coming home over the Fremont Bridge at dusk, with downtown Portland lying like a jewel to your left and all the lights of the shipyards dancing over the Willamette to your right.