



During my visit to Portland there were many cherries on top of the sweet sundae of conversation and togetherness with my cousin and her family. One such example: the luxury of a vanilla bean honey latte and fresh macaron in the morning. Sitting and talking in the sunlight that flooded through the garage-door windows of a cafe adorned with flocked red wallpaper, Belgian beer, jewel-toned chocolates and stuffed monkeys, my world was enlightened, comforted, and caffeinated at Pix Patisserie with Jenne.







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