We stopped in Boise and stayed at a lovely bed and breakfast. It was another century home/mansion that had been converted to a b&b. It was only about 5 blocks from the Basque Square section of Boise (the city is divided into sections, or squares). There was something going on. One of the sidestreets was closed off and there was a concert going on. We ate at Mai Thai at a table on the sidewalk patio. Watching the flow of people in downtown Boise on a week night was so interesting. All shapes and sizes....again we were struck by how clean, friendly and busy these american cities are at night. We have never seen anything like it...certainly not in Kitchener or Toronto.
The taxi drivers all lined up along the curb along the stretch of road where our restaurant was located. The first guy in line got the fare, drove away, and everyone else moved their taxi up one spot in the line. New guys pulled into the end of the line. It was all so civilized.
The taxi driver waiting in front of where we were sitting must have been an artist. He got out of his taxi with a sketch pad and came around to the the passenger side of the cab. Leaning against it, he opened his book and started sketching. Because he kept looking at Kevin and I, I assumed he was sketching us. I took out a my camera and took a photo of him sketching us which brought a funny smirk to his face.
And can I say that Mai Thai (despite being a thai restaurant) makes the best Mojito I have ever had (with the exception of the ones that John Craven makes....no one can muddle mint like Johnny can). I miss you guys.
|A starving taxi driver who's an artist or a starving artist who's a taxi driver?|
|Something distracted Kevin from dinner - that doesn't happen often.|
|Downtown Boise, the Basque District|