Anchorage is filled with blooming summer flowers.

There's not much to the downtown area, and the prettiest bit is this little green park. I don't know why, but the grass seems greener and the colors more vivid, here. Something to do with the atmosphere?
To my surprise, people seem a bit grumpy, even irritable. It's nothing personal, someone told me. Everyone's just tired. It never gets dark, during the summer. So we don't go to bed until after midnight, but we still have to get up and go to work.
Turns out, most people who live here prefer winter. Just as well, because that's what they've got, nine months of the year.
Some really beautiful art, but the prices are astronomical. Everything is expensive.
Bao seems to like it. Give him a steak sandwich, and he's happy. Just don't forget a glass of red wine for me!
Time to go to the conference. More tomorrow.