Who knew - other than, I'm sure, the inhabitants of Boise itself - that it was such a fun and cosmopolitan place, with a great sense of civic pride (and street decoration);
with a Basque center - and much Basque cultural pride (this is a mural on the side of a building, but we also saw the original 1840s rooming house for shepherds, and the court where something very like pelota is played, and Guernica oak trees, etc);
and handsome Art Deco architecture - here, a still functioning cinema, and with the much newer parking garage next door designed in the same style.
Then miles and miles of road - here on the Washington side of the Columbia River, with Mount Hood in the background;
and finally, the magnificent view from our hotel, which - if wonderfully grand in 1926 - now has a faint air of Fawlty Towers about it ...