I'm sure that I've seen Bethesda Terrace before, but I must have been in a hurry to see the MET or to meet Mark or it was rainy.
As soon as Mark pointed it out, I was off faster than you can say "F-stop."
We got there fairly early in the morning, and there weren't too many other tourists about. People kept telling us that it was a lovely day and that we'd just missed the heat wave (I think the New Yorker's cover that week was The Devil driving a Metro Subway out of Hell).
Areas like Bethesda Terrace make me wish Eugene wasn't covered in Brutalist Architecture, Graffiti Murals, and Hippy Sculptures--or to quote Frederic Edwin Church, Eugene's "ideal of architecture is wrapped up in felicitous recollections of a successful brick school house or meeting house or jail." At least we have the UO Art Museum, Knight Library and Hope Abbey.
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