I have been driving past this little store for a number of years thinking the facade is worthy of at least a page in my sketchbook, or a photograph in my flickr "photo" set. So today I drove down and parked across the street from it and sketched it out in my sketchbook. Today we have clouds, wind, grayness, coldness and rain. My pick-up truck was buffeted by the wind, but I took comfort in the coziness of the cab and my sketchbook resting on the steering wheel.
This store has been at this location for at least 50 years. They sell everything from eggs, to cigarettes, to beer and pop, bread, bologna, candy bars, to rolling papers and fish bait. During the summer months the little store does a "land-office" business because across the street, behind where I parked the truck this morning, flows the Columbia River and all it offers summer-time revelers.
It isn't Paris, or even a place where one can purchase flavored coffees with cremes, and I don't remember ever going inside; but there is something about the front of it that seems very American, to me. So I offer it up in contrast to my prior Parisian posts.
watercolor and ink in sketchbook