Provincetown

I was looking to spend a week enjoying white picket fences dotting pristine beaches, just like a scene from Amity Island. Amity, as you know, means Friendship.

I get an early start out of Rhode Island, and head towards Cape Cod and the tiny little town that one finds at the end of the road, Provincetown. I know nothing about the area. As with most of the East Coast, the roads are lined with thick foliage, making it darn near impossible to see through the thicket and what lies beyond.

I find parking at the dock, and decide that the best way to experience this new place is to just start walking around. I find rainbow flags and support of the LGBTQ community a thriving and integral part of life way out here on the Cape. The sea air fills my nostrils as I search for a place to get a bite to eat. Covid is still making things tough, but eventually I find a place with open air outdoor seating.

I settle on a lobster caesar salad, even though I’m no longer a big meat eater. It feels a sin to NOT get lobster.

The place is just getting into the swing of what they hope will be a busy tourist season. I wish them all the best of luck, especially after the year we all have had, yet touristy places just aren’t my cup of tea.

I leave after a few hours, wondering what else I may find out here on Cape Cod.

Wench, bring my ale, what say you?

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