I've always been a fan of obscure attractions. This summer on my trip back to the States, I got to stop at one of them. It's fitting that “The World’s Smallest Park” calls Portland, Oregon home. The city is crawling with weirdos and what better place to turn a tiny curbside “island” into a “park for leprechauns”.
Wikipedia sums up the history of the park best, so I won't bother you with paraphrasing it. There were a couple of other stops I wanted to make in Portland but unfortunately I didn't have the time. I'll be sure to visit “The 24 Hour Church of Elvis” on my next go around.