I spent a charming 24 hours in Portland, land of bookstores and tiny perfect donuts. It looks a bit like Seattle and San Diego had a baby and left it to grow up in the Mission.  

The most amazing phenomena though was how polite the people are. Growing up in Southern California, I just know not to jaywalk if I want to stay alive. California drivers are fast. And mean. 

In Portland, drivers will stop for pedestrians, and each other, and ducks. On the plane, I witnessed people actually letting others go ahead instead of running them over with their carry-ons. You can chat with shopkeepers and strangers on the street, unlike in New York, where that kind of nonsense will get you a blistering side-eye.

I hope no one who grew up in Portland ever attempts to live in New York.