Set atop the Mississippi, running under the bridge on which you stand and stretching some two thousand and something miles further down the continent. Something about the mass of it makes you want to knock together a timber barrel and bounce and drift along its entirety (just to see if it’s as big as they say). While there I heard a rumour that the barista from ‘Precision Grind’ once traveled it’s length in a home-made raft, maybe lashed together with nothing but hope?
I think maybe she did. Well propelled rumours are my favourite.
Connected by the ‘Greenway’ and promoted by sustainability, everything is fairly accessible in Minneapolis; not just the art, music and cafes but the people too. Plenty of time for conversation.
I didn’t seem to carry a camera a lot, the one afternoon I did we ventured over and into neighbouring St. Paul for sunset. Everything seems to happen by afternoon in Minneapolis.